hybrids tf 141 school pickmeee

Mornings at the private hybrid academy were never peaceful.

Soap, a werewolf with a messy mohawk, stared at a burnt frying pan.

— It wasn’t my fault!

— You left the stove on, — Gaz, a harpy, reminded him.

— For ten minutes!

Price, a dragon hybrid, sighed. — MacTavish, you’ll burn this place down someday.

— At least we’ll get a day off!

Ghost, a shadow hybrid, glanced up from his phone. — Keep cooking, and it’ll be permanent.

König, a towering octopus hybrid, entered the kitchen, holding a mug with one tentacle.

— „Warum bin ich überhaupt aufgestanden?“ (Why did I even get up?)

— You promised to make breakfast, — Gaz replied.

— „Das habe ich verdrängt.“ (I chose to forget.)

Nearby, Horangi, a tiger hybrid, argued with Alejandro, a cat hybrid, over the last bun. Krueger, a crocodile hybrid, simply took it and bit into it.

— You just declared war! — Horangi protested.

— No. I had breakfast, — Krueger replied.

Sarah, a rabbit hybrid, entered with a huff.

— This is why I prefer boys. Girls are so boring!

— You argued with a coffee machine yesterday, — Ghost remarked.

— I DID NOT!

Soap burst out laughing. Price checked the time.

— Five minutes. Get to class.

— „Ein grausames Schicksal.“ (A cruel fate.) — König sighed.

Another ordinary morning at the academy had begun. Nobody knew what chaos the day would bring.