Swiftcurrent Creek i'm in your back pocket, take me out when you get curious

want to wrap up? we def need more of these two

his teutonic murmur made the fat blobs of forthcoming tears renege on their imminent debut, her head tilting up at him with rapt interest. the words imparted didn’t graft to any mechanisms of recognition nor would they be retained for later recollection, but the way his gruff timbre shrouded each consonant both riveted and thrilled her and she screeched with another giggle, kicking her legs in indiscriminate directions from uncontainable glee. her glassy eyes emitted a joyous gleam as they cast towards Mahler’s overturned paw, tracing the scarred tissue with childish disregard before glancing back up to him with another coltish flail of her paws.