#i am picturing himb looking like a cat attacking one of those pole rhingies

[hopeful-hellion]

*Yeets Valentino shaped punching bag.*

Have fun

"Heeeey Stamps what are you-" Their eyes go wide then narrow as the object comes into view, looking all too much like a certain moth man. Without warning they jump at the bag, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. They "trade" blows with it for a good 20 minutes. Each hit further adds to the punching bags decay.

By the time he's finished, it's nothing more than chopped up bits of fabric, stuffing and a "head" with x's drawn over the eyes and a knife sticking out of the face.