Trigramatic
As Ship returned, he ran a comb through his hair, and over the fur of his cheeks. It was a grooming procedure with which he'd become familiar the day those patches of fur began to grow out. He wore a stark set clothes, cloth shirt and cloth shorts and even Tails might have been comfortable in them.
"I am sorry about all the fuss," he said. "I was raised to be a little more respectful than this. I am again sorry."
"I am sorry about all the fuss," he said. "I was raised to be a little more respectful than this. I am again sorry."
"Oh, you don't have anything to be sorry about. It's actually a nice change considering that half the people here can be fairly inconsiderate..." she said. "At any rate, I take it you are feeling better now?"