MISERABLE MONDAYS | cocoon

[beatae]

  indie nodded her head, eyes closed as she was wrapped up in her thoughts. right, it shouldn't weigh much. yes, it's good she didn't latch. let alone be anything like a chrysalis at all, considering the insides turned to goo in it's process. yes, yes, all good things-

wait.

her eyes opened, pupils turned to slits as the words rang in her ears.

boyfriend... boyfriend... boyfriend... boyfriend...

she sat still, frozen. her fur stood out at all ends as she processed the... emotions toiling within her.

it took several moments before she realized wormwood was making gestures at her, snapping her back and quickly laying her fur flat. yes! yes..." she shook her head and, rather dazed looking, gently used her forehead to lift one end of the cocoon.

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