tap tap tap

the woman would smile and pride would swell within the usually malevolent man. there was something about her that brought him to need to see her smile, to coo her until those pearls would shine between her lips. with her paw he would rise, flexing those tensed sinews and relaxing once more. he stifled a chuckle at her unkempt fur, an amused smirk playing on his penciled lips. the smile, however, would falter slightly as she approached and took to his neck. he would stand still, cautious and waiting. he was not afraid, simply but completely befuddled. he would then feel her tongue across his muzzle. no lingering. no romantic, titillating butterflies. just a gesture of kindness. simple. she took a step back and out came her lovely, dulcet song. like floating on a sublime cloud. his eyes would become slits not from irritation but from the gaping simper splitting his ill-matched muzzle. this one does. and then, without missing a beat. my name is jaeger finnvi.