Lost and Found
The mog could remember rather clearly, the day that teio stopped coming to class.
Cake or Bun
'happy birthday, woffle.' grinned teio as he neatly added his gift atop forest's lap. he eyed over that belly, giving it a soft rub, before the black rabbit scooted him aside with a playful tut. 'i see we're too late for cake, then?'
Twomi or Not Twomi
He swallowed, following the legs up, to a t-shirt under a rather stylish button-up shirt, (he'd have to thank teio for the birthday gift again.) and then up a very familiar face. yet at the same time, it was different.
The Choices We Make
'certainly not teio's.' the tibbit frowned. ouch. 'nor those twins on tv.' how did he..? 'which leaves... though i thought his child was el-' '-jahi-.' the name pushed more forcefully from the rabbit's lips than he could help himself.