Day 2.
The crack of dawn, and the crack of noon came and went without so much as a twitch from Pickles. He was past the twitching, and headlong into the sniffles and sweats.
It was like the worst flu on earth.
He woke up, stretched, and immediately regretted it, groaning a bit before sitting up and scratching... Braids. Oh yeah, huh?
He smiled a bit before pacing slowly to the kitchen.
It was like the worst flu on earth.
He woke up, stretched, and immediately regretted it, groaning a bit before sitting up and scratching... Braids. Oh yeah, huh?
He smiled a bit before pacing slowly to the kitchen.