Thorn (thinking): With everything I’ve been feeling tonight, I have no idea if Tiernan will be tearing up the furniture, or in heat. . . . Or both.
Thorn: Hi, sweetie . . . it’s okay, it’s just me! Or maybe I should say . . . sorry, it’s just me. You want me to let you out?
Tiernan: Mrrrw!
Tiernan (thinking): Don’t worry, I’ll get us some action.
Thorn: That’s my girl.
Text on Thorn’s smartcrystal: Hey, favorite niece! I remember you told me there were problems with labor rights in Sønheim. There are organizations working on that, right? If you have any favorites . . . let me know.
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*Big-ass grin*
Sooo… Thorn’s spending the night with a bar (?)boy.
That sounds like a very practical aspect of a soul-bonded cat.
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