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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2020 6:02 am
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Nnngf. Savindri did not want to wake up, and groaned in protest aa he felt it pulling at him. He was warm, and oh-so comfortable, and cuddled in very nicely. He was an exceedingly tactile young man to begin with, and mornings after were no exception. They were an exception to his usual restlessness, because what was there to be restless about when you were so delightfully wrapped up with someone? The urge to wake up was quite unwelcome, but soon had assistance in the form of a peeping green flit climbing over him to whuffle at his face - and at his partner, too.
"Nngf, Little, stop that," he mumbled, reaching to remove her with his one free hand.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2020 7:06 pm
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"Mm," Savindri confirmed, slow to words this soon after waking (he couldn't blame the hour, not today), "Little Green." She was, after all, little and green. Spots evidently had better things to do, or there might also have been a blue with...spots. Much as he adored his firelizards, however, today he did not particularly appreciate the interruption.
Little, to her credit, accepted the gentle removal with little more than sigh and toddled down to curl up near their feet.
Samuel Carlin words? already? not from Savindri apparently. orz
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2020 8:56 pm
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