Fill-Up [Sketch]

Lukas breathed out a soft sigh and pushed his muzzle up against the stall divider, the otter’s near ear twitching with the tacky, faintly moist coolness of the surface. As he nuzzled forward he felt the graffiti scratched into the paint brushing across...

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