"Verad it's just a pudding, calm yourself." She chuckles, "Can one even molest a pudding?" as she removes her hand from the creature with a disturbing sucking noise. The slime almost seems to give a contented sigh, moment's before the Duskwight's well aimed hand slaps into it, scooping it off of Natalie's head, and sending it sailing through the air. Natalie watches wide eyed at its arc, before it lands, with a soft 'splurp' on Leanne.
On the open collar of Leanne's shirt, to be specific. The slime makes a gurgling noise before nestling itself in the strange, warm crevice it now found itself in.
On the open collar of Leanne's shirt, to be specific. The slime makes a gurgling noise before nestling itself in the strange, warm crevice it now found itself in.
