. . . ! [ As she steps forward to trail behind him, she wasn't expecting the tail. In surprise, she finds herself clawing at it like a cat out of protest, though if he even felt it, she can't tell. Maybe she missed entirely, though she certainly remembers vainly batting against its scales.
She plops back down onto the couch. At first she pouts, but then... the longer he is gone, though it may be no more than a couple minutes, she finds herself wondering if they're really OK. ]
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She plops back down onto the couch. At first she pouts, but then... the longer he is gone, though it may be no more than a couple minutes, she finds herself wondering if they're really OK. ]