Slowly, sloooooowly, Nimona's face splits into a grin, so wide it threatens to creep all the way up to her ears. She untucks her front paws so she can flex her claws against the rooftop.
Nimona matches his grin. Light glints off her incisors; in a blink, it shifts to a pink glimmer as the light swallows her whole body, dissolving her into the same pink streak as before. She zips away, trusting Sheo to follow.
This is gonna be the start of a beautiful friendship. Good luck, Pumpkin Hollow.
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"Oh," she says, "fuck yes."
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"I see you've got the same distaste for things that tell other things how and what they should be. A pity we didn't meet sooner."
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She leans a little closer, dropping her voice to conspiratorial tones as her tail swishes back and forth.
"You wanna make up for lost time and go shove some snow down people's shirts?"
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"Do I."
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Nimona matches his grin. Light glints off her incisors; in a blink, it shifts to a pink glimmer as the light swallows her whole body, dissolving her into the same pink streak as before. She zips away, trusting Sheo to follow.
This is gonna be the start of a beautiful friendship. Good luck, Pumpkin Hollow.