[ he takes a second to stretch, himself, a bit more methodically than usual; not trying to play himself up into the image of languid indolence. he looks at the spot they'd laid in the grass, and...
does Mot resist the urge to brush at the flattened spots with his tail. at some point, he'd just... not... fed the magic powering tue illusion, while Muffin was napping.
he might have picked a flower surreptitiously but don't worry about it ]
...ah, that hardly made a dent.. Well! What do you think? A stroll along the shoreline? Or a flight in the blue skies?
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[ he takes a second to stretch, himself, a bit more methodically than usual; not trying to play himself up into the image of languid indolence. he looks at the spot they'd laid in the grass, and...
does Mot resist the urge to brush at the flattened spots with his tail. at some point, he'd just... not... fed the magic powering tue illusion, while Muffin was napping.
he might have picked a flower surreptitiously but don't worry about it]...ah, that hardly made a dent.. Well! What do you think? A stroll along the shoreline? Or a flight in the blue skies?