AlexP

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The floof.
Jesus h. christ in a chicken basket, the floof.
Honestly, there is no reason to go on from this point, as your mind is simply caught up in the floof loop that happens whenever you see an arctic fox THIS floofy, but the description continues on nonetheless just because all of the jaded anti-floofers might want to know about
the rest of him. But you? No.
You /like/ the floof.
The aforementioned floof is attached a 5'9" pure white arctic fox. Big ears atop head, right pierced with 3 black hoops, left pierced with 2 red, matching the rather messy dyed black/red hair in between them. Eyes of deep red, piercing, but, you know, not like the ear
piercing, more like, eye piercing.
Good god, eye piercing, that's horrible! Ew! I didn't mean that. I mean, like, piercing like eyes can be, or like.. You know.
His body is slender, but not like, Kate Moss slender, 'cause he's way too lazy to eat decently. But not like, huge either, 'cause he's too flighty to remember to eat most times.
It's good. His body is good. There we go. Now then, Legs. Almost done. Thank god.
Plantigrade.
Hey, that wasn't so bad.
Behind him trails his gigantic, floofy tail. It's both gigantic, and floofy.
He's wearing a "I (screw) Robots" (http://dieselsweeties.com/shirts/screw/screwrobotmockup-black.jpg) T-shirt and jeans. Sexy, in only the way a t-shirt and jeans can be.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.