We should probably do one more activity with them before they fall asleep in the hollow, or else this thread will be going on longer than 'The Blind Can See' o.0 And that was a long thread >.>
"That you have, Kemo!" the exilheration of the hunt was still fresh in her, tired as she was with a full stomach, and it was affecting her self-control of the oncoming giddiness. She couldn't help it; something about Kemo's laugh, their shared excitement, and the natural thrill was infectious. Before she could hold back the laugh, though, it was out in the open. Me? vicious? She just couldn't see it. As determined as she had been, she could never picture herself as truly aggressive or 'vicious'. Pairing those words with her just didn't seem to fit; much like pairing glue and rubber together. It was just odd and funny and it tickled her funny bone something fierce indeed.
When Kemo's tone shifted to one of a serious nature, she craned her head backwards as far was possible, looking at him upside down with the goofy smile plastered on her face. "You don't have to thank me! I should be thanking you for the dinner and the show!" She let out a puff of air, blowing it straight into his face playfully, before attempting to stand. Shaking her white coat out, she began to pad towards him, nudging his neck for him to get up, forgetting his earlier intimacy and just letting the flow take her wherever it wanted. "C'mon; let's get back to your hut. This party's not over yet." With her natural-high still burning in her chest, Ralla marvelled at Kemo's emotional transition from his earlier doom-and-gloom to the original Kemo she had come in contact with just outside the AniWayan borders. She much preferred him like this; carefree, relaxed, and fun. And she didn't plan on letting the fun end just yet. She would find some way to test him, to take his mind off of other things.
They both arrived at the hollow again--slightly later than expected due to heavy bellies--and Ralla turned around the start thinking about something else they could do. For whatever reason, she thought lecturing him with stories didn't seem apporpraite just yet. "What do you want to do now, Kemo?" There was actually a lot they could do. They could act like pups again and chase each other, playing that innocent game of tag; they could talk about things--meaningless, mindless things--and just relax; the list went on. But since it was Kemo's birthday, Ralla kept her subjective opinion out of it, instead waiting to see what Kemo wanted.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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