[now there's the part she remembers. if there was one thing that always managed to get a bark or a snort out of her, it was how easy he was to fluster. it was... cute. and maybe morga had a minor case of cute aggression that sits in the dark closet of emotions, covered in an old blanket, dust and cobwebs. hidden and forgotten, but lurking. waiting.]
And take the thrill out of it? You wound me.
[okay, now she's actually joking. patting his feathers twice, she drops her head down to rest against his chest and for a moment she's content to just... stand there. savor the moment for a time.]
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And take the thrill out of it? You wound me.
[okay, now she's actually joking. patting his feathers twice, she drops her head down to rest against his chest and for a moment she's content to just... stand there. savor the moment for a time.]
...At least think about it.