Room #582 - Evening
Beka sat cross legged on her bed, finishing up the last of her reports to her lord. She'd almost done, just another paragraph and then she'd be able to read the mystery book she'd picked up from the library.
Fandom had its own ideas about it, however, and one moment she'd been writing, the next she was chewing on the corner of the paper. Stupid island.
Pounce lifted his head, looking annoyed at the disturbance and blinked merely once at her. Could you not have changed in a cat for once?
No one asked my opinion about whether I'd want to change at all! Beka protested. Mayhap she should let the terrier's instinct kick in. Pounce looked far too smug and she had half a mind to try and pull his tail.
[Establishy, yo.]
Fandom had its own ideas about it, however, and one moment she'd been writing, the next she was chewing on the corner of the paper. Stupid island.
Pounce lifted his head, looking annoyed at the disturbance and blinked merely once at her. Could you not have changed in a cat for once?
No one asked my opinion about whether I'd want to change at all! Beka protested. Mayhap she should let the terrier's instinct kick in. Pounce looked far too smug and she had half a mind to try and pull his tail.
[Establishy, yo.]