1.7 - Pink Rising Sun
And returned to grooming his whiskers and fur with his tongue and paws.
Foxophilia
Doing nothing, a droopy-eared drop out, a bent-whiskered waste: a tool.
Dark Science
And his whiskers were lax with weariness. "poor thing," the cinnamon-furred squirrel said, with genuine empathy. she reached for her scanner. standing next to him (but not too close; whatever he had, it might be catching).
Easing Into It
She squinted a bit, her whiskers giving a singular twitch. "i got my sources," the cinnamon-furred rabbit chuckled, chest still bare. putting emerson's birthday present aside.
Hot Mess
Meadow, whiskers twitching, glanced at the screen. _what this mouse b cleaning like???_ "that's it?" meadow's whiskers twitched. "great, i was boosted by someone who doesn't know grammar." "look beneath it." meadow's blue eyes bulged.
1.5 - Flared Embers
Chester, whiskers twitching, nodded and turned his attention back to the helm. "readying rear thrusters. impulse manifolds at forty percent." rella filtered to tactical.
Briefing Day
Panting, exhales washing over each other's twitching whiskers, whiskers brushing, noses touching. lips back together, muzzles tilting as they kissed without a care on the floor of daisy's dimmed, private office. "mm.
Black Sheep Wall
Azure asked, his whiskers twitching. "i am a black sheep," assumpta replied, after a moment. she hung her head, slightly, closing her eyes.
Waiting for Thunder
His whiskers twitched. "i'm weak," was his final statement. "you are not weak." emerson, not responding to that, turned his head a bit, nose sniffing. sniff-twitching.
1.2 - Under Electric Moon
The mouse flushed, tugging at his own whiskers, unconsciously grooming them with his paws (licking his paws with his tongue, and then swiping at his whiskers). an animal habit. "i always thought that was adorable ... " the mouse stopped. blushing.
Driven to Thirst
Scratching ever-so-lightly, and raising her head a bit, her whiskers doing a singular twitch and her ears waggling as he, finally, began his suckling. "oh," she sighed.
In the Meanwhile
Little drops of liquid glistened on his clear whiskers, which twitched, twitched, pussy-juice raining off. the snow rabbit writhed, now, mewing, antennae-ears waggling.