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With everything officially laid out in the open, you take a satisfied breath while Tzah-Tzie skips down the corridor humming like a schoolgirl! It feels like such a small detail in retrospect, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling <span class="mu-i">loads</span> better than before… and what better way to celebrate than by teasing your favorite fuzzball?
One more thing, you begin, prompting the performer to skid to a halt and send a sunny grin your way!
“Anything~” She coos, her tail wagging so hard it smacks the walls like a club!
Well, you shrug, in her speech she mentioned having <span class="mu-i">kits</span> and-
Presto Change-O: the girl’s now <span class="mu-i">MORTIFIED!</span> Stammering up a storm, Tzah-Tzie snatches her wagging tail and presses it close to her chest as she struggles to put out an answer!
“O-of <span class="mu-i">COURSE</span> you’d pick <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> out of all the <span class="mu-i">beautiful</span> things I said!” She whines, wringing her tail between her claws like a wet towel! “Mister Predictable, ladies and gentlemen! You’re insufferable, you know that!?”
You’ve been called worse. She hasn’t answered your question, by the way–what was that ab-
“I heard ya’ the FIRST time!” She snarls, smacking her head in self-inflicted punishment! “Stupid, stupid, <span class="mu-i">stupid…</span>” Turning her freshly-fierce face your way, the Spinner scowls as she struggles to come up with an answer. “I mean… I would like them <span class="mu-i">eventually</span>...”
With that, her face disappears behind her tail again. “<span class="mu-i">... If you would…</span>”
Would… Does she think that would even <span class="mu-i">work</span>? You’re a human and she’s a Durher, so-
“I dunno!” She replies in a tone usually reserved for answering when someone asks what you want for dinner, “Maybe we can, maybe we can’t! Guess we won’t know til’ we try a few dozen times…” A devious smirk forms on her face! “Oh <span class="mu-i">no</span>...”
There’s never been any hybrids of anything running around? No Skurers? Moltrees? Mzz’goe’veeti?
“Not to my knowledge, no…” Frowns the furball. “Can we worry about that later, though?” She grimaces. “Like… <span class="mu-i">much</span> later? I tolja’ before, Durher kits are… they can be a <span class="mu-i">handful</span>.”
What was the number again? Eight in a litter?
“<span class="mu-i">Pfft</span>!” Snickers the Spinner, “Yea, at <span class="mu-i">LEAST</span>! Didn’t I tell you I was one of twelve?”
<span class="mu-s">NGH!</span>
“And that was my mom’s <span class="mu-i">first</span> batch.”
<span class="mu-s">GCK!</span>
“Uh-huh,” She nods with a smile in her tone, “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, bub, cuz when Durhers are ready, well…” A sinister glimmer appears in her eye. “We’re <span class="mu-i">READY</span>.”
Trotting over to give your hand a squeeze, you remain catatonic as the catthing’s tail caresses your leg. “Pick your tongue back up off the floor, Ant. We’ve got ‘Happily Ever After’ to think about it, remember?”
>CONTD.
