Commissioned from  Tatious
Colouring and following story snippet by moi.

Tom and Rags, back when they were sixteen and just high school kids doing street performance.
Oh and the markings of Tom, he does have the Poochyena star pattern however it fans out at his collar-bones instead of on his face. The white streaks are the result of a dumb bet, but he won the five bucks, shame it's permanent.

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"Never can say it can you?", quiet chuckle slipping from the Poochyenas throat as he beheld the sheer delight and spirit of his girl Rags. He'd been plucking at his banjo or displaying the feats of his Rattata quartet and so close she'd set up, plonking down stereo and beginning her Mimes. Smitten from the first moment of beholding her drag her claws along a wall that only the two of them could grasp and from the lowering of her eye-lids on his approach it was pretty clear that feeling sunk into both at the same time.

Now here they were, yet another quiet night, in fact in so many ways their nights could be spent in silence, just looking at each other, the light touches and simple reassurance that they were right there for each other. It had taken several weeks on their original meeting for Tom to discover the Glameow was mute, either by choice or naturally and even then it didn't matter in the least, everything about her body language and those gorgeous golden eyes spoke of how she felt and what she wanted... plus she could always tug on his sleeve and point at a candy store.

As his palm sifted itself slowly up along her side the Scottsmutt gave another chuckle on feeling the building vibrations of a purr, but not a sound passed by her lips, actually that's not entirely true, one collection of sounds did come out of her mouth but not caused by her vocal chords. The light chinking and jangling of the Poochyena-morphs dog-tags caught in her maw just as yet another way of the Glameow to declare 'I'm here, love me!'. He certainly did...

Men might've been put off being with a lass who could never tell them that they love them, but Tom was a bloke, a bloke didn't care just for the words. He could see it in those soft eyes, the way she leaned into his touch and most importantly, how she'd always show that she wanted to be with him. Meant far more than a four letter word, even if it couldn't be used on a crossword puzzle.