[The eternal danger of doing ANYTHING sneaky in this house is that some jackass with insomnia will be wandering around. Heather really should have been prepared for the possibility that someone else would be awake.]
[She stops dead in her tracks.]
... Oh! Uhh... hey. Yep.
[Her voice is a little muffled by the kerchief.]
[Tricia, panting amiably, click-clacks over to Envy and shoves her pointed nose into his hand for pats.]
no subject
[She stops dead in her tracks.]
... Oh! Uhh... hey. Yep.
[Her voice is a little muffled by the kerchief.]
[Tricia, panting amiably, click-clacks over to Envy and shoves her pointed nose into his hand for pats.]