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Post by Nako on Jun 16, 2010 19:10:03 GMT -5
"And I wouldn't dare to ask you to move either. I'll relay your orders, then." She ran her paw over his ears once before slipping back off the bed.
The leveret had assumed some... fetal position of some sort. Or at least some cowardly ball. For the love of..."Why must you do that? I haven't struck you even once and you cower like that. Just- ... ah.. never mind that." The Highland Doe allowed herself a long sigh, hastily changing her train of thought to the message that needed to be relayed.
"Potato pancakes... with salad. Do we perhaps still have the ingredients?" Aisha assumed the leveret would know; after all, they were the ones who kept inventory of such things.
Really though, that leveret was a complete frustration; secretly she hoped her Jack would trade it away for a more personable creature. Generally the thinks he kept around for the sake of their attractiveness was about as interesting as a brick. Then again, perhaps that was how he maintained the position as the most engaging and interesting creature in the warren.
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