[center][h3][color=00a651][u]FROG[/u][/color][/h3][/center]
An hour with Artoria. This was a travesty! The puppet only saw a small sliver of what Artoria could do, and even that gave him the willies! If she could mess with Mephilus in mere seconds, there was no telling what an HOUR could do to the poor frog! The puppet sighed as he walked over to Artoria, his face aimed at the ground. He was dreading this, and he knew it would only go one way if any. With an abnormally downtrodden tone, the frog puppet spoke to the wolf girl. [color=00a651][u]"... D-do what you want, Artoria. Please be gentle, though."[/u][/color] While he was staring at the ground, he wasn't even humming his favorite song, rather just thinking about what his new name would be as soon as this hour would be over. 

[@The 42nd Gecko][@TheWindel]