Terra was having a very pleasant dream about talking to the turkey what it was like to be eaten. Kit was there too, softly nuzzling her and promising to give her more of the sweet feelings that he'd given to her last night. It had felt so good. A sigh escaped her as she pressed happily into the warm body. The soft voice was met by her ear twitching, slowly working her way into her mind, deciding whether or not it was worth getting her up for.
Remembering that Kit wasn't just someone who gave her good feelings, but a scoundrel as well, Terra sat up, looking around. The turkey was gone, probably devoured while she was sleeping. Drat. She had been so determined to keep the turkey for herself. If only he hadn't distracted her. Granted, it had been a very pleasant distraction, but it was still a distraction. Her mind slowly refocused, remembering that she was supposed to be Fleta, and rather shy. Large green eyes turned to Kit, ears flattening a little at the memory of what had happened last night. Good morning. The turkey's gone. I guess we won't be having breakfast together. Terra pushed herself to her feat, exaggerating the wince from the pain shooting through her.
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