redemption's here at last

Ah, Mojito was up. He was conscious, and there were those brilliant baby blues pointed in his direction. Then pointed down, then back up at him, and then back down, rinse and repeat. Neither of them spoke, because both of them were still wrapped up in the impossibility of what they were seeing. The little pudgy balls of fluff, to their credit, did not care. A gummy little mouth latched onto Nao's functionally useless nipple through the thin fur of his belly, and he yelped instinctively. With a stiff, shaking foreleg he tried to dislodge the little beast. "Hey, hey- stop that!" he hissed at the deaf, blind bundle of mottled fluff.

"Mojito, my love, I am begging you to explain this." the dark furred male was struggling to keep his tone level, quiet. There was no use in yelling, and he had certainly endured worse than a hungry infant failing to nurse on him. It was surprisingly difficult to dislodge the pale lump from his belly, partly because the beast's pale paws were flailing awkwardly in a feeble retaliation. "One, two, three..." he trailed off as he counted the shadowed shapes that floundered within the plush furs where the pair had been peacefully sleeping a few minutes ago. "Seven." he finally said quietly, brows furrowed in a thoughtful frown. That was... a lot.

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