[Creatures with thumb privilege are the absolute worst, how dare she.
He leans one hoof forward—it goes all of an inch, right into the windshield, smudging it up and barely doing anything but letting out the tiniest of noises to let it be known that it was, in fact, touched. See? He can't get the momentum. It's not his fault!
They're a bit ensnared at the moment, if you have not noticed. Perhaps you could form a fist and gather enough momentum to break a window yourself.
Just because his bro is the god of all gods doesn't mean he doesn't need some help from time to time, okay?]
absolute perfection tbh
He leans one hoof forward—it goes all of an inch, right into the windshield, smudging it up and barely doing anything but letting out the tiniest of noises to let it be known that it was, in fact, touched. See? He can't get the momentum. It's not his fault!
They're a bit ensnared at the moment, if you have not noticed. Perhaps you could form a fist and gather enough momentum to break a window yourself.
Just because his bro is the god of all gods doesn't mean he doesn't need some help from time to time, okay?]