it's a mess

*Valentine* · 02-26-2015, 05:43 PM

Rhythm dropped her head so that it was level with his and Valentine became acutely aware of where their fur mingled. It was funny how that small amount of contact could generate so much feeling. He could feel her breath on his face, the smell distinctly prairie dog-y although not unpleasant. All in all the brute enjoyed her nearness.

His enjoyment, however, didn't last long. In response to his question Rhythm's smile faded. Silence reined for far too long after that, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slothfulness. "Alright," she finally admitted, and the brute's ears cocked back. Alright? He frowned. "Tell me what's wrong. Don't leave anything out." Perhaps there was something he could do, something he could say; some way he could make it better.

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