babysitter's club

His barrage of attacks didn’t go unchallenged, and Theory was quick to retaliate. Rising up on her paws, and smearing her coated shoulder all across his back. He was immediately accosted by a sticky sensation, and laughter bubbled up in his throat. He was giggling so much he could barely speak as he struggled to defend himself. Throwing sticky paws across any surface of Theory that he could reach.

She began to lick him and he struggled to speak through his laughter. “I'm not lunch, I’m not lunch!” he cried. He began to run, and a moment later, he sensed Haiku on his tail. “We are mighty healers!” He cried, having finally gotten his laughter under control.