THE FLUFF CORNER

[wolfintheattic]

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[toothaches]

"Ah!" Maurice let out an exaggerated squeak when she swatted him. He grabbed up the phone and made the call--two large pizzas and some bread sticks. He then disappeared into his room to grab his wallet.

"Well keep your head in the nest this time, baby bird."

[foolishwren]

"I'M NOT A BABY!"

This was hollered after him down the hall. But to her credit, she stayed put.

>8I FINE. SHE'LL JUST SIT HERE ON THE COUCH AND THUMP HER TAIL IRRITABLY.

[toothaches]

When he came back with a few bills in his hand, he was looking pretty darn satisfied with himself.

"I'm sorry. I know you're talking, but all I hear is peep peep peep."

Maurice, you're asking to be put in a headlock.

[foolishwren]

Damn STRAIGHT.

As a matter of fact, the second he stepped back into the room, he was gonna find a great big black hand closing around his whole head.

Not hard.

Just.

Firmly.

[toothaches]

Everything went dark.

Maurice dropped the wallet.

"Hhrdd yh hhh nnggss."

Translation: Heather, your hand stinks.

[foolishwren]

Fortunately, she was now fairly fluent in Maurese.

"Deal with it."