Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Midnight
#11 of Fluffybutt Prose Poems
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He comes from a long line of mafia goons. He fights for the justice of his home country's citizen. He boxes blindfolded in representation of his ancestors' missing moral compass. He is Midnight, the boxer fox. "You can't put out the lights when they're already off," he proclaims before tearing fist-first into combat as dark as his name. Opponents either underestimate his non-visual senses or try to tear off his blindfold. Both are dire mistakes, as he has preset defensive moves to deflect both strikes. Outside of the ring, he weathers the storm of his tidy but felonious family. The fox mob has a considerable body count on their resumé, but Midnight himself sheds no blood, he only serves bruises.