>>48742370Lot's of schizoposting. And I don't understand a lick of it which is probably a good sign.
Let's see if we can bring a little of that magic back.
>”Ooooohhhhh~”>Zoroark stood at the kitchen’s entrance, sniffing the air.>”That’s new.”“Yeah.”
“Got sick of chicken. Picked up something special for tonight.”
>Claws tapped the floor as the pokémon came behind you.>”What’re you doing?>Curious, she gripped your shoulder for support and pushed her head beneath your arm.>The fox-girl wriggled her head through, popping out the other side.>Her nose, danger-close to dinner, breathed deep.“Ah!” You cried.
“Not ready yet.”
>You hugged your pokémon tight, putting her in a faux headlock and pulling her back just far enough that her tongue couldn’t lap at the meal.>You daubed the brush in the honey barbeque mixture with your free hand, and messily slathered the sweet sauce over the racks of ribs.>The dark-type smacked her lips.>”I wanna taste.” She said.>She stuck her tongue out when you looked down at your captive.>Powerless against her wide, cerulean eyes, you scraped the side of the bowl with a finger for the extra sauce. >She gave you a look of disappointment, trying to woo you again with her sad eyes.>”Meat.”“When it’s done.”
“But I need you to try this first. See if you like it.”
>Zoroark yielded, and pulled herself out of your gentle hold.>After a moment of combing her hair back the way she liked it, the woman sniffed the finger.>She grasped your hand, and tickled your finger with quick, light licks.>She liked it well enough, and made sure your finger was sparkling clean.>”That’s good!” She yipped.“Glad you like it.” You said, putting the ribs back into the oven.
“Think it needs anything?”
>”Meat.”“Of course.”
>You chucked.“I meant spices.” You clarified.
>Zoroark shrugged, but moved to inspect the ingredients on the counter.>The stronger seasonings turned her nose away, but the other fixings interested her.