Now, Hold Still...
Warren took a deep breath. Ready to tackle on his next task, meeting with some fellow clients. He has prepared big time for this. He so wanted to make a good impression for them. Especially since Mr. Cray is going to be joining the meeting. More like overshadowing the event, just to see Warren's progress under his mentorship.
"You know... I can handle this!" Warren stated as they both walk down the park way. Birds fluttered away as they approached the fountain. "I've done this like what... hundreds of times. Just going to meeting, talk business, take them to dinner, even got the reservations ready, schmooze them over some drinks and then bing, bang, boom! I'll seal the deal!. WOO! I'm pump!" The painted dog leaped an inch off the ground.
"Don't get cocky, pup." Masson suddenly blurted. "If I remember correctly. At least half of those clients you lost and I had to step in and win them over." The suddenly blunt of reality, suddenly cut Warren's joy. Even found himself stumbling a bit as landed back on his feet. "You're cockiness can be your own undoing. I thought I taught you better than that."
"Whatever!" Warren shook it off. "Mr. Cray. Believe when I say this. I'm ready for this meeting. I've practice my pitches. I've done my homework. I'm going to win them over easy-peasy... lemon squeezy!" Warren grabbed his suitcase and headed forward.
"HOLD IT!" Masson commanded. Warren's body suddenly tensed up. "Turn around, pup." On command, Warren turned around to face him.
"Y-Yes s-sir." Warren mumbled. Felt a bit embarrassed that Masson still calls him a "pup."
Masson reached for shirt. His collar was uneven, but Masson noticed something else, his tie was unevenly made. The tongue was shorter than the tail. "What the hell is this? Are you trying to look sloppy?"
Warren Gasped. He gulped and looked away. "W-What... I struggled to put it on." He gulped and tugged his shirt, feeling it getting a little tight. "I couldn't find my clip on and I was in a hurry and--"
"A clip on? ARGH! Pup, I taught you hundreds times how to properly tie one. Ugh... What am I going to do with you? Here..." Masson started to undo his tie. "Hold still now..."
Masson got close his pup. Warren gasped and froze up as he wrapped his tie around him and began to fix it properly. His heart thumped quickly. his cheeks started to redden up a bit. He gulped down a big chunk of air. "T-T-T-Thanks... Masson."
"That's Mr. Cray to you, pup." He stated and pulled his tie. "There that's better."
"Right... Right... Thanks Mr. Cray." Warren sighed.
Masson looked down Warren. He then placed his paw on his shoulder. "Listen. I know you can win this. You haven't stirred me wrong before. You're a much better pup, than you were that day I met you. You'll be fine. I believe in you, Mr. Abrams." He ended and then patted his cheek. Masson reached down and grabbed his suitcase walked ahead. Warren was speechless for a second, but immediately his tail began to wag frantically.
"Are you coming, boy?" Masson called out.
Warren gasped and snapped back into reality. With a smile on face, he grabbed his suitcase and raced over to the wolf's side. "Yeah. I'm ready. Lets do this."
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art was done by hikaze
Warren took a deep breath. Ready to tackle on his next task, meeting with some fellow clients. He has prepared big time for this. He so wanted to make a good impression for them. Especially since Mr. Cray is going to be joining the meeting. More like overshadowing the event, just to see Warren's progress under his mentorship.
"You know... I can handle this!" Warren stated as they both walk down the park way. Birds fluttered away as they approached the fountain. "I've done this like what... hundreds of times. Just going to meeting, talk business, take them to dinner, even got the reservations ready, schmooze them over some drinks and then bing, bang, boom! I'll seal the deal!. WOO! I'm pump!" The painted dog leaped an inch off the ground.
"Don't get cocky, pup." Masson suddenly blurted. "If I remember correctly. At least half of those clients you lost and I had to step in and win them over." The suddenly blunt of reality, suddenly cut Warren's joy. Even found himself stumbling a bit as landed back on his feet. "You're cockiness can be your own undoing. I thought I taught you better than that."
"Whatever!" Warren shook it off. "Mr. Cray. Believe when I say this. I'm ready for this meeting. I've practice my pitches. I've done my homework. I'm going to win them over easy-peasy... lemon squeezy!" Warren grabbed his suitcase and headed forward.
"HOLD IT!" Masson commanded. Warren's body suddenly tensed up. "Turn around, pup." On command, Warren turned around to face him.
"Y-Yes s-sir." Warren mumbled. Felt a bit embarrassed that Masson still calls him a "pup."
Masson reached for shirt. His collar was uneven, but Masson noticed something else, his tie was unevenly made. The tongue was shorter than the tail. "What the hell is this? Are you trying to look sloppy?"
Warren Gasped. He gulped and looked away. "W-What... I struggled to put it on." He gulped and tugged his shirt, feeling it getting a little tight. "I couldn't find my clip on and I was in a hurry and--"
"A clip on? ARGH! Pup, I taught you hundreds times how to properly tie one. Ugh... What am I going to do with you? Here..." Masson started to undo his tie. "Hold still now..."
Masson got close his pup. Warren gasped and froze up as he wrapped his tie around him and began to fix it properly. His heart thumped quickly. his cheeks started to redden up a bit. He gulped down a big chunk of air. "T-T-T-Thanks... Masson."
"That's Mr. Cray to you, pup." He stated and pulled his tie. "There that's better."
"Right... Right... Thanks Mr. Cray." Warren sighed.
Masson looked down Warren. He then placed his paw on his shoulder. "Listen. I know you can win this. You haven't stirred me wrong before. You're a much better pup, than you were that day I met you. You'll be fine. I believe in you, Mr. Abrams." He ended and then patted his cheek. Masson reached down and grabbed his suitcase walked ahead. Warren was speechless for a second, but immediately his tail began to wag frantically.
"Are you coming, boy?" Masson called out.
Warren gasped and snapped back into reality. With a smile on face, he grabbed his suitcase and raced over to the wolf's side. "Yeah. I'm ready. Lets do this."
Masson and Warren belong to me Scrapbook
art was done by hikaze
Category All / General Furry Art
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 1024 x 1280px
It’s like he’s gonna touch his feetpaws with toes.
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