http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... blebot.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> She smiled at his greeting, but noticed his sigh as she gave her attention to the kitten. She petted it's head with the tip of one finger. "Pixie" she repeated. It fitted the tiny feline perfectly. She laughed lowly at the cat's little apresentation. It seemed funny to see it's thin legs moving around, and even more funny to see the husky mix rolling his eyes at his Spirit Guide's show. She had a hard time to don't laugh as she saw the mismatched eyes of the male wide open as her own Spirit Guide show up. Biting her finger, she watched the little kitten climb up the Optime male in front of her, but she couldn't hold, and a delighted giggle came out of her mouth, covered by her hand. "No worry." she said, still giggling. As the kitten bit him, the giggle became a soprano, pitch laugh. The black mamba on her neck hissed in quick pauses, sounding like a laugh.
"Haha...so-rry...hahaha..." she tried to say, but she couldn't stop laughing. When it finally stopped, she took a deep breath. "Sorry. Really, but I couldn't stop..." she said, trying to keep her poker face, but it was hard. Her always-gentle smile came out, trying to keep it cool. "Is it hurting?" she asked, a little worried and thrilled. Could they harm? Shaking her head lightly for a second to forget that, her worry taking on her. |
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