Really the only reason he's allowing this is because, with his voodoo back, he knows if she tries anything he could ruin her motherfucking life or all what else in a second. And perhaps partly because he knows her enough.
He knows it's something living before it's even in his lap and that is whole other kind of thing from what he's prepared to deal with. But then it's set down in his lap and it's light and soft and--
His eyes open. It's a ball of furr. In his color with polka-dots all on it. He blinks. Then stares.
"IT'S A BALL OF MOTHERFUCKING FURR," He says, flatly.
Slowly, he reaches to lift the thing up. It is definitely living but...
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He knows it's something living before it's even in his lap and that is whole other kind of thing from what he's prepared to deal with. But then it's set down in his lap and it's light and soft and--
His eyes open. It's a ball of furr. In his color with polka-dots all on it. He blinks. Then stares.
"IT'S A BALL OF MOTHERFUCKING FURR," He says, flatly.
Slowly, he reaches to lift the thing up. It is definitely living but...
"What is it?"