Happy Birthday to us, I guess?

She wasn't mad, no, but that didn't keep her from pouncing on Bas as he cleared the bedroom that they had bickered over and ultimately ended up sharing most nights. She was damp in so many spots, and it would be in her best interest to try and slime him with as much remaining moisture as she could. Laughing the whole way, the feathers still floating around on all sides and making the floor slippery beneath their paws. Hazel sprung at the boy, laughing as she did. "Happy birthday to both of us," she cackled.

The girl leaned up to lick his cheek, as slobbery as possible, so she could blow even more of the feathers into his dark coat. A wayward feather stuck to her forehead, and more on her cheek and shoulder. Laughing gleefully, rolling, playing-- sure they were technically grown now, but what did that matter? Alleged adults, but alleged at best. The two of them were held together by so much, more than they even knew. In chaos there is comfort. Here, Hazel is home.
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