twenty-four hours from tulsa // return

[georgie]

“[color=white]Ohhh, ain’t you a little darling...” She crooned softly, curiosity thoroughly piqued by this adorable new thing that came galloping to see her. To see ol’ Georgie. Something bulged beneath the skin of her eyelid, breathing hitched erratically as she watched Masie. smelled Masie, wanted to crawl inside and feel Masie and it can be just mine, just my own sweet, funny little beast —

Others were here and she was fine. No heavy breathing, no abnormalities curling under her fur. She artfully pawed away the drool collecting on her bottom lip. All was well. “[color=white]Hello, little miss Technopaw!” Georgie chirped, looking down at the feathery carnage. “[color=white]Well I’ll sure try, but I could use some help. You up to it, sweetpea?” She offered, trying her damnedest, her damnedest to keep from drooling again at the sight of Lucifer because if the strange little thing that chittered at her was a tasty looking oddity, this hulking beast, this leviathan, this perfect massive thing begging to be crawled into, just for Georgie, just Georgie....

She cleared her throat, realizing she had been staring. She did not stop staring, just accepted where her eyes wanted to be. “[color=white]Oh...I’ll try. I can try. I can try just for you, Big Thing.” She almost murmured, deep in her concentration. “[color=white]Can I? Will you let me? Just to hold you for a moment.”