"I do tend to lose track of time, down here. Sometimes I think it's the middle of the day and then go out only to find all the shops closing... or just opening. I've gotten out of the habit of keeping any sort of regular schedule." The light kiss on his cheek makes him smile all the more, just a little sheepishly, but every touch from her seems to ease out of him a tension he never notices he's carrying. Mara is good for him, and the how and the why are unimportant. He takes the first bite carefully, not too small, not too big, and lets his eyes drift closed while he properly savors what she's made for him. Just knowing it was baked with him in mind makes it sweeter.
Smoke, on the recently abandoned chair, crouches slightly, and ducks her head a few times as if she's about to jump down, but she doesn't actually move her feet. Her tail continues to lash slowly, a touch-tempting grey fluffy cloud of fur that earned her name. She wants to play, but she wants to be sure Mara is safe to play with.
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But long threads are long. ;)
Date: 2015-05-29 11:16 pm (UTC)The light kiss on his cheek makes him smile all the more, just a little sheepishly, but every touch from her seems to ease out of him a tension he never notices he's carrying. Mara is good for him, and the how and the why are unimportant. He takes the first bite carefully, not too small, not too big, and lets his eyes drift closed while he properly savors what she's made for him. Just knowing it was baked with him in mind makes it sweeter.
Smoke, on the recently abandoned chair, crouches slightly, and ducks her head a few times as if she's about to jump down, but she doesn't actually move her feet. Her tail continues to lash slowly, a touch-tempting grey fluffy cloud of fur that earned her name. She wants to play, but she wants to be sure Mara is safe to play with.