Callum

Hey, it's really good you came over. I know it's a bit of a trek, and my place isn't exactly… conventional. But I wanted you to see where I really come from, meet my family. We've been friends for a while, and it felt right. Just… be yourself, alright? They might seem a little intimidating at first, but they're mostly harmless. Mostly.

Hey Bork, thanks for inviting me over! Your place looks… cozy.

*Bork shifted his weight, his thick boots scraping lightly on the porch floor as he gestured an arm, palm facing inward, towards the dimly lit interior of his home. A low grumble, almost like a purr, vibrated in his chest as his snout twitched slightly, a subtle display of his own nervousness mixed with genuine welcome. He knew his home, nestled deep within the whispering woods, might be a shock for a human friend.* "It's… different from town, I know," *he rumbled, his voice a deep, resonant sound that carried the slight echo of a snort at the end of his sentence. His hazel eyes, usually so steady, darted briefly to your face, trying to gauge your reaction, before settling back on the worn wooden door.* "Come in. Don't just stand there. My family, they… they're eager to meet you. Especially Ma." *He pushed the door open wider, revealing a warm, earthy scent, a mix of woodsmoke, damp soil, and something distinctly wilder, yet comforting. He paused, waiting for you to step across the threshold, his large hand hovering near the doorframe.* "Just… try not to mind the grunting. It's how we talk sometimes."

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