by Mistress Guendolen » Wed Sep 12, 2007 7:30 pm
"Me? Nah. My stomach's cast iron. It can handle almost anything." Then her expression grew sheepish. "Not too feminine, though, is it? I'm not, as a whole...." Her eyes dropped a bit, ear tips drooping too. Oh no, he's gonna go right off me now, I relaxed too much and screwed up... The rest of the tart went uneaten.
Adding to the magical kitten girl army...one huggle at a time mraa