08-18-2018, 04:48 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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it's perhaps been the third day in a row she's been like this. Snout buried into a can of yogurt. Soothing herself with food as plip silently watches (as much as a plant can watch without having eyes) on.
The din of a familiar voice drew stocking out of her spontaneous pigout. The knowledge of his sudden presence outside if her cabin sent her veins alight, something roiling within her belly like wriggling insects and rotten butterflies.
Maybe it was the food.
Emotion was a fickle thing. Wild, unpredictable, and stocking did not know what to expect from it as ever. She certainly had not, least of all, expected to find that emotion led her to become enraptured with a clingy medic. She noticed how he had begun appearing around her more lately; sticking to her presence like a fly against a horse rump. Was that a bad analogy? Most likely, by she still found the bobtail endearing either way.
"Yea, come in."
Her nerves felt addled with ice, a cold gaze roving over her pelt before dhr soothed her ragged fur with a sheathed paw. Right. She needed to look presentable now.
Which was odd, granted she never usually cared what anyone thought she looked like. Maybe the yogurt was making her all soft in the head.
The din of a familiar voice drew stocking out of her spontaneous pigout. The knowledge of his sudden presence outside if her cabin sent her veins alight, something roiling within her belly like wriggling insects and rotten butterflies.
Maybe it was the food.
Emotion was a fickle thing. Wild, unpredictable, and stocking did not know what to expect from it as ever. She certainly had not, least of all, expected to find that emotion led her to become enraptured with a clingy medic. She noticed how he had begun appearing around her more lately; sticking to her presence like a fly against a horse rump. Was that a bad analogy? Most likely, by she still found the bobtail endearing either way.
"Yea, come in."
Her nerves felt addled with ice, a cold gaze roving over her pelt before dhr soothed her ragged fur with a sheathed paw. Right. She needed to look presentable now.
Which was odd, granted she never usually cared what anyone thought she looked like. Maybe the yogurt was making her all soft in the head.
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