"Haha, yeah, I saw that! Shameless little rascals."
Crazy amount of clicks on that post.
This little dragon must have been seething.
And, hey! No shame in popping on a dress from time to time, but what Mr. N was referring to was personal and private, thank you very much.
"I mean, one of them filmed my husband in the Inkford Hermitage springs one time..." He chuckled. "But if you say so. I bet it was interesting."
Dan Heng is no stranger to dresses.
And Dan Heng's secrets are all exposed at this point so he fears nothing.
๐Dan Heng๐
"I, uh... don't think they would've found out about that."
Closed doors, very hush hush. Not suitable for the Furbobo Weekly portal under site guidelines.
Dan Heng would understand needing to keep this monkey quiet if he was doling out all his deep, dark secrets like at every opportunity.
"Oh, I see. Makes sense..."
He nodded.
"Uh... don't be mean to Mr N. I'm sure the Furbos would've outed you eventually."
๐Dan Heng๐
He could strangle that monkey sometimes, always airing out his dirty laundry.
"It was for a case I was working, had to go undercover."
Mr. N: And the timeโ
Quickly covering his mouth!
"That's enough out of you!!"
"The... dress? What...?"
He blinked slowly, head tilted to the side.
"You willingly did drag?"
๐Dan Heng๐
"Sure I do. Gimme any role, I'll play it. Just one catchโno romantic subplots."
Mr. N, narrating: What the detective was really thinking is: I'll lower myself to just about anything for some spare cash, but not THAT. I'll even pop the dress back on if it means a paycheck.
"..๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช for that."
"Not your DogDash driver. You get what you get from DragonDash."
๐Dan Heng๐
These new DogDash delivery drivers were kinda rude...
He caught it in his hat with some quick reflexes, before picking it out and waving it at Dan Heng.
"NOT what I ordered!"
