A Poop * k8 *
Right. Okay. RIGHTO. OKAYO.
Aboli set the mouse toy down. That one was not enticing the kneazle at all. Her fingers flitted about, picking up a few of the toys, and finally the treats. She wanted to try these LAST because she felt using food was such a cop-out, but well...Sparticus' ears perked up. Ooh. Treats. WE LIKEY THE TREAAAAATS HOOMAN. Sparticus' ears did indeed flicker, and he rolled back onto his tummy to give the treats in her palm a sniffify-sniff. He then took one in his mouth and CHOMPED DOWN. Deliiiiiicious. He licked his lips afterwards, too.
He then pawed at her hand for another. YES. ANOTHER ONE, HOOMAN.
Oh---what was that -- a string??? He batted at her loose hair hanging over him.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |