Starta bål? 500+ The child could feel her tiny heart drum against her furry chest. The heart rate along with the strength in the muscle increased when the man laughed out loud, causing his giant white chest to vibrate and move under her tiny tan paws. The little Aston girl did not understand the exact reason for why the man suddenly laughed out as loud as he did, but she giggled along, while she pressed an ear against his chest and listened to all the altered sounds inside of him. He had two voices, one inside of him and one outside of him. Noir bowed down to stare at her belly, wondering if there was someone laughing and talking inside there as well. Did he have babies inside him? He slowly seemed to relax a bit, and when she pressed her ear against his middle floor again, the baby inside him was more silent too, although there were some strange burping noises. The little girl giggled lowly, biting her own tongue. A gigantic hand reached down for hear head, and she pressed her skull against the warm pat, enjoying every second of it. She was like a crazy little kitty, Noir the Kitty. A few fingers gently rubbed all around, and she pressed her head wherever he put enough pressure for her to feel. She loved it, loved it so much. Her jaws parted and a tongue stuck out to hang lazily out of her mouth. There was also this drowsy, slightly retarded look in her eyes, proving that wolves could look just as brainless as the average dog owned by a human.
He repeated his name, and the little girl furrowed her eyebrows a bit. Yes, yes, she knew, she had already told him what his name was. Seemingly he did not know how to pronounce it the correct way like she did, but he was just a poor man, and she liked him. His laughter had been warm and kind and it had filled her little body with so much glee. The male started to name her siblings, and her tail got lost in its craziness again while she waited for her own name to pop up. A squeal rose from the tiny girl when the name ‘Noir’ sounded in the tranquil (could a morning be called tranquil with Noir nearby?) morning air. He remembered! He knew Noir’s naive! Her small muscles tightened up a bit as she got down in a pretty sitting position, flashing a move she had copied from Ocèane when she had successfully managed to kidnap Toefur. Yes, indeed, Noir was Noir! She nodded, all of a sudden almost shy. She flashed a glance up at him and grinned at him. She turned around, suddenly remembering someone that had been forgotten. Now that they were talking about names, she had to introduce her best friend too. ”And this is Toefur is Noires baby.” She nudged the toy with her little noise, and made a whimpering noise when she felt that he was still a bit cold. ”Toefur so cold so cold Dawaiii helpes us!” She turned to Dawali again, her eyes begging for help. |
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