“Nope. Not either of those things.”
“Wha- Really?”
“That’s a shame, we did such a good job on your fur, too. What were they talkin’ about?”
“I wish it was that simple. No, I wasn’t hurt.”
Rebecca sighed in relief.
“That’s a relief, I thought they were either talking about you being hurt or the fact that your fur’s all nice and clean.”
“It’s alright. I hope you’re better now. Yesterday was kinda weird anyway. Everyone keeps talking about my body.”
“I feel a lot better now, Triton Ice Beam’d my butt until I got up to take meds for it.”
“Your body? Were you hurt?”
“Silv?”
“I know I said we’d talk yesterday and I apologize for disappearing… I had a few issues yesterday and I had to stay in bed…”
The former champion got out of bed, wobbling downstairs to the kitchen and taking a small pill with water.
She leaned on the counter, grumbling quiet curses to herself as she waited for the pill to start working.
“Ugh…”
-Heat blinked, and followed obediently. Meeting to the sight of wonderful collars, and shyly holding his own in slight thought.-
… Is, it alright if I pick one and you pick one?
-He asked, shyly taking a step forward, and scrunching his shoulders shyly.-
I don’t need many at all… Although they’re all pretty.
-He said, stepping up to one blue collar, and idly skimming his fingers against its blue fabric.-
“The owner of the store makes them himself, actually. And that’s fine, Heat. Pick whichever y’like.”
Rebecca went to one side of the smallish room but not too far away so Heat could look on his own.
-Heat blinked, looking down to her with a somewhat worried frown.-
????
Mistress?
Rebecca.EXE has shut down, please try again later.
-Heat leaned over, and calmly kissed Rebecca on the lips.
Staying there like that for a moment, before leaning back.-
You are correct Mistress, however I am still in these, ‘Middle ages’ in a sense.
Rebecca made a wheezing sound and fell straight over, her eyes swirls as her mind attempted to process what just happened.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow, I promise.”
“Alright, Silv.”
Rebecca gently ruffled his quills and kissed his forehead, a warm smile on her face.
“I think they look fine. That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh? What did you mean then, Silv?”
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