18 Apocalypse Avenue, the couch, Tuesday morning
Harriet had crept in late last night, still a cougar - which, granted, had made the creeping easier - and curled up on the couch under a blanket.
The couch which seemed a lot smaller this morning. And there was something heavy pinning her down.
She opened one eye to find Mustang eyeing her balefully from her stomach. "I could have eaten you with one bite, you know," she told him. He blinked at her, unimpressed. "I also seem to be somewhat lacking in clothes." Thankfully the aforementioned blanket could be made to serve, once the cat was dislodged, and she wrapped it around herself, sari style.
[ooc: Open for any of her fellow residents, with a SP proviso in effect.]
The couch which seemed a lot smaller this morning. And there was something heavy pinning her down.
She opened one eye to find Mustang eyeing her balefully from her stomach. "I could have eaten you with one bite, you know," she told him. He blinked at her, unimpressed. "I also seem to be somewhat lacking in clothes." Thankfully the aforementioned blanket could be made to serve, once the cat was dislodged, and she wrapped it around herself, sari style.
[ooc: Open for any of her fellow residents, with a SP proviso in effect.]