[ He tips his head down, brushing her hair with his lips, chuffing soft laughter into the dark strands. Oh how his heart aches. How his very bones ache. And they got a long ride yet. Still he's in no hurry to leave the warmth of the stable.
Jayne's even content for all that he needs a run, butting his muzzle up into Merrill's hand. ]
Prolly me. Asher had a unique sing'n voice. I'd need a coupla beers though. Or maybe you coulda sung, bet you got a lovely voice, Chatton.
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[ He tips his head down, brushing her hair with his lips, chuffing soft laughter into the dark strands. Oh how his heart aches. How his very bones ache. And they got a long ride yet. Still he's in no hurry to leave the warmth of the stable.
Jayne's even content for all that he needs a run, butting his muzzle up into Merrill's hand. ]
Prolly me. Asher had a unique sing'n voice. I'd need a coupla beers though. Or maybe you coulda sung, bet you got a lovely voice, Chatton.