'yes shylock! i would love to use you to feed my flowers! black and purple ones! lilies and roses and carnations and...'
but even as he thinks about expressing those thoughts and as a smile creeps up on his face, murr hart stays quiet. he smushes his face into shylock's side, wraps his arms around him the best that he can despite how hot he's getting, and just. lies there. for a second. breathes in, breathes out. if he had a real tail, it'd be flopping side to side. ]
Just 'cause you're used to it doesn't make it hurt less.
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'yes shylock! i would love to use you to feed my flowers! black and purple ones! lilies and roses and carnations and...'
but even as he thinks about expressing those thoughts and as a smile creeps up on his face, murr hart stays quiet. he smushes his face into shylock's side, wraps his arms around him the best that he can despite how hot he's getting, and just. lies there. for a second. breathes in, breathes out. if he had a real tail, it'd be flopping side to side. ]
Just 'cause you're used to it doesn't make it hurt less.
[ it's not pity. ]