twitch didn’t lift her head. just blinked slow at the bird still twitching on the branch above her like it’d been spared some divine judgement. if only she were so fortunate. the girl moans as he calls to her, as if she had something better to do.
the bird let out a soft call, took flight. with her entertainment dispersing and a chore being handed to her, twitch finally shifted. rolled her shoulder stiffly and stretched out her legs, slow and ungainly, until her hindpaws splayed wide and awkward behind her like a half-crumpled fawn. one ear flicked toward him as he spoke again.
she snorted. or maybe laughed. hard to say.
she licked at her chest, smoothed a tuft down. then, as if realizing she’d taken too long and was toeing the line of his patience—though he’d never say it—she gave a half-huff and stood.
mmm. not yet,she muttered, eyes half-lidded against the light,
give it time.
the bird let out a soft call, took flight. with her entertainment dispersing and a chore being handed to her, twitch finally shifted. rolled her shoulder stiffly and stretched out her legs, slow and ungainly, until her hindpaws splayed wide and awkward behind her like a half-crumpled fawn. one ear flicked toward him as he spoke again.
she snorted. or maybe laughed. hard to say.
'figured', my ass. i think you just like torturing me, actually.her voice came dry, sleep-slow. still stiff in the joints, but lighter-hearted. she rolled onto her belly with a grunt, ears half-back like she was expecting reprimand. a pleasant surprise when she got none in response.
she licked at her chest, smoothed a tuft down. then, as if realizing she’d taken too long and was toeing the line of his patience—though he’d never say it—she gave a half-huff and stood.
fine. i’ll play bait.