Fuzzy on the Details, a random Drabble
So, I'm playing with the Roster and I said to myself, "who Keeps him, if anyone? Well, Janoah could. Now, I wonder how that went?"
So I wrote this.
The girl was petting him.
Ankara was... surprisingly okay with this.
She had a name. Janoah. Her friends - her Crew, that was the word - had used it. She had a name and, as far as Ankara could figure out, she Owned him now.
Ankara knew about Owning, although he was still a little fuzzy - ha, fuzzy; he'd turned into a fecking angora-rabbit-thing overnight - on the details, and he was very fecking fuzzy on how the mute girl had managed to Keep him.
But Kept and collared he was, and the girl was petting him. Life was pretty good.
Janoah has showed up before here; Ankara, here and here; this story is three years later for Janoah and four years earlier for Ankara.
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So I wrote this.
The girl was petting him.
Ankara was... surprisingly okay with this.
She had a name. Janoah. Her friends - her Crew, that was the word - had used it. She had a name and, as far as Ankara could figure out, she Owned him now.
Ankara knew about Owning, although he was still a little fuzzy - ha, fuzzy; he'd turned into a fecking angora-rabbit-thing overnight - on the details, and he was very fecking fuzzy on how the mute girl had managed to Keep him.
But Kept and collared he was, and the girl was petting him. Life was pretty good.
Janoah has showed up before here; Ankara, here and here; this story is three years later for Janoah and four years earlier for Ankara.
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/666002.html. You can comment here or there.