We were
called for
by the name ’Voss’ - when our order was ready. A
large brown paper bag
stuffed with both of our food was handed across the ’pick up’ counter by a skinnier, cleaner faced man.
She balanced that in one arm quickly, the same one she held the plastic bag of
mine
in, before reaching for the cardboard ’caddy’ that contained our drinks. Leaving me with
nothing to do but follow
behind her.
> Or so she thinks... It’s easy to be bold in your thoughts. Actions are a different matter! Simply someone who feels the weight of expectations like any person. Shut up. It was just a passing fantasy. Really sort of worried what she is going to ask me now... Similar last name meaning, similar attraction to women - an observant fox can of course tell that much - and she... seems to actually *like* working to win me over. Maybe the lunar goddess put a little more thought into it all than I gave her credit for. <
Vrika barks
happily
at my admission. So of course, being my mindscape to control - I generate a
muzzle
around its snout.
[?]: I have the next Chapter *sort of* half written already, in Citra POV... but would my lovely priv readers perhaps like to see something in Kyrie perspective, before they go their separate ways tonight, instead? Considering what will be happening, I think it might enhance the scene!
If so, drop a comment!