Ciel
Roxy Morton
The stirring at her feet barely registers when it abruptly stops, just as she’s starting to feel comfortable with its cushioned trampling on her toes.
It’s a wet and tickly something on her cheek begging attention now.
Roxy Morton wakes fully, to Eggsy Unwin’s pug persistently kissing her all over her face.
“JB!” She sits up, wrapping him in a relieved hug. JB’s finally done giving her kisses and settles on her lap, wagging his tail.
Roxy’s mind drifts for a moment to her own poodle, the one she picked from the bevy of puppies at Kingsman training. She’s at mum and dad’s.
And Eggsy’s in Sweden.
Which means--
Oh.
Thank you, for your patronage of pets.
For this year's mid-autumn.
For that memory, going east on a rush.
For that memory, a rush of going east.
The stirring at her feet barely registers when it abruptly stops, just as she’s starting to feel comfortable with its cushioned trampling on her toes.
It’s a wet and tickly something on her cheek begging attention now.
Roxy Morton wakes fully, to Eggsy Unwin’s pug persistently kissing her all over her face.
“JB!” She sits up, wrapping him in a relieved hug. JB’s finally done giving her kisses and settles on her lap, wagging his tail.
Roxy’s mind drifts for a moment to her own poodle, the one she picked from the bevy of puppies at Kingsman training. She’s at mum and dad’s.
And Eggsy’s in Sweden.
Which means--
Oh.
Thank you, for your patronage of pets.
For this year's mid-autumn.
For that memory, going east on a rush.
For that memory, a rush of going east.