It's hard to tell her mood too easily with her ears wrapped up in the beaded bandana, but her grow is creased with thought. "Drunk already? Well... Does your breath smell like alcohol? That's a way to know... But... I'm not sticking my nose in your mouth to find out. Too close, you know?"
She picks up a fork and knife to quickly cut off a piece of chicken meat large enough to keep her busy chewing for a little while. The black-tipped tail curls tightly against one of her legs then whips around to curl against the other, going back and forth like a neon sign showing how awkward she felt.
She picks up a fork and knife to quickly cut off a piece of chicken meat large enough to keep her busy chewing for a little while. The black-tipped tail curls tightly against one of her legs then whips around to curl against the other, going back and forth like a neon sign showing how awkward she felt.
