"I reckon I can do better than him." Dark lips twist into a smirk, eyebrows flicking up in challenge -- can you? Leera has always been aware of her friend's strange genetalia quirk, and it has always intrigued her, but she's never commented about it. So, what, she has a dick. There are odder things in life. But even still, the cream woman can't help but to ponder what it'd be like...
Leera watches the other closely, sparkling fuschia eyes fixated on those purplish orbs, tail flickering with interest, hunger, expectancy. Every word of gossip feeds her, and with Nephthys' size description she burst out in a laugh, something she hasn't done for seasons. "You snake! Selfish, aren't you? Mm, as you should be." Leera giggles, a rattling snicker that rolls from her tongue. She presses her face against Nephthys', closing her eyes with mirth. "Well, not all of us can be as lucky as you, flower. I seem to have drawn the... short end of the stick."
The darkness of night drapes the two wolves as the converse, and as the minutes pass Leera grows quieter and quieter, but not for lack of things to say -- she is enjoying their little gossip session and could go on for hours. But, alas, sleep is finding her, and the lithe babe nestles into the warm, brown fur of Nephthys. The breathing of her friend and her own heartbeat are enough to take her into dreamscape.
-exit via sleep-
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
