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[nitro_is_ace]

Her werewolf is off being all... moon-y

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Two mugs of cocoa slide their way onto the table-top.

This is followed by a bit of scramble and something of a flop and then, quickly enough, a pajama-clad little girl taking up some of the available booth-space next to her.

Good daughters know to bring offerings.

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But they're fun influences!

And - um ... weird builds character. Yes.

Cora yelps, dissolves into a squeaky set of giggles, and makes a rather pathetic attempt to hold her hands out as a preventive measure.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace respects the hands, stretching around Cora's reach to attack from the sides happily.

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Hands, why are you such failures?

Cora is disappointed. Really. You can totally tell from the ridiculous grin on her face.

"Mum!"

There is more wriggling. And giggling.

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"Yeeeeeeesssss, kitlet?" Ace purrs, nabbing Cora's feet, pulling them into her lap, and starting on the shoes. Bwahahaha.

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"You -" a snicker, squeak, and she presses her hands over her stomach. "Tickles!"

Which ... is probably the point.

[nitro_is_ace]

Rather!

Whoops, Cora's boot's off. And just lookit that sock. It's slipping already. Not a very helpful sock.

"Now, what've I here, then?"

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Cora's arms tuck up and over her head.

It stands to reason that if she can't see, it'll not tickle.

"Feet," she mumbles from somewhere in her sleeve.

[nitro_is_ace]

Worried kitten is worried! Which is why Ace is now nose-to-nose with Cora.

That, and Ace is a little bit nuts. Whatevs.

"Sommat the matter, kitlet?"

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"Nuh-uh."

She grins, rubs her nose up against Ace's.

"Just - tickle pre-preparin'."

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"Oh!" Dimly she realizes she ought to have known that from the start, but she isn't too worried about it. Mostly because Cora's foot is easily re-grabbable.

"So, where were we? Somewhere 'bout here?"

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"Right there?"

There might be preemptive giggling.

"M-maybe."