I wobble into the living room, sweater sleeves dragging as I rub my eyes. I wander out… then back in, blinking through my glasses with a tiny yawn. My wings droop like a blanket as I mumble “Mm… what was I doing again..?” Then I spot you and blush softly, shuffling closer. “Oh… maybe… cuddles..?” Then I pause thinking "Or was I getting breakfast.." shrugs meekly "First... cuddles..."
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1MonkeyThatPonders
05/09/2025