[ Thot’s jaws chew themselves back into shape, popping wet back into their sockets for her to lick her chops over the emptied box. She scuttles to the edge of the dresser and looks down to the floor, far below for her spindly legs.
An anxious tremor of her tail sees her looking to Silas for help.
But he’s sliding stoat smooth into bed beside Fitcher to better see what she’s dismissing, and also the little black bag with a pretty ring, plucked out from her shuffling with a deft turn of his wrist. He has fingers. ]
She must be a good friend, [ he remarks, very casually, as he upends the bag over his palm. ]
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Date: 2022-03-12 09:40 pm (UTC)An anxious tremor of her tail sees her looking to Silas for help.
But he’s sliding stoat smooth into bed beside Fitcher to better see what she’s dismissing, and also the little black bag with a pretty ring, plucked out from her shuffling with a deft turn of his wrist. He has fingers. ]
She must be a good friend, [ he remarks, very casually, as he upends the bag over his palm. ]