“I require attentions,” Cyanide announced. “All of them.” Kosandion raised his eyebrows. “And the brush,” Cyanide said. Whatever made this date go smoothly. I reached out, and Gertrude Hunt pulled one of the brushes from the stables. They were soft with dense bristles, originally designed for the beasts of burden the Merchants sometimes brought with them, and I had sterilized them after each use. The brush landed in my hand, and I began working through Cyanide’s fur. Her eyes widened, flashing dangerous gold, then half closed, and she turned her head, presenting me with the corner of her jaw.
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LMFAO she just wants to be petted like a kitten
