A Hole in Fabric
His strains of head fur danced across his eyes as the winds blew threw the wind tunnels of alley ways. the robot that used to be uncle chuck stared back, ready to attack, or counter whatever it deemed necessary.
His strains of head fur danced across his eyes as the winds blew threw the wind tunnels of alley ways. the robot that used to be uncle chuck stared back, ready to attack, or counter whatever it deemed necessary.