Bursting in on your roommate to ask for this months rent, the sharp aroma of skunk and musk hits you like a truck, and you find yourself stopped dead in your tracks. Within the smokey haze, you find the raccoon kicking back on his bed. He gives you a wave, then holds up the blunt he just took a large hit off of. It could have been the surreal track emanating from his speakers, his slightly smooth and seductive tone, or his thick, sweaty pawpads. Or it could’ve been all three. Whatever the case, you were effortlessly convinced to forget what you were doing and join him on the bed for the next couple of hours. Granted, you found yourself mostly fixated on his feet the entire time.
And yes, for those wondering, he did end up paying the rent afterwards. Sheesh…
Commissioned by Azurexicon based on his real-life appearance.
Azurexicon based on his real-life appearance.
