Whitefish River Very scary doll

Relief fell over Genie like a warm, heavy blanket and she grinned at Chusi before another yawn overcame her. It wasn't late, in fact, it was probably a lot earlier than her usual bedtime, but the girl didn't mind. After all, her sleeping schedule was relatively flexible — sometimes you would find her wandering late at night and sleeping soundly at noon in her den, as if it was night. She slept whenever she felt like it, and woke whenever she slept enough. It hadn't always been like that, but she'd made it a habit to kill all the habits she'd had when she was still living in her natal pack. This was supposed to be a new beginning of sorts, after all.

Genie watched as Chusi settled against a tree and then swallowed thickly. Did she, maybe want, her to come over and..??! "Um..Do you—I mean, should I—" she walked forwards, unsure, nervous. "—What do you, um, I—I'm sorry," she finished lamely, avoiding eye contact. What do you want me to do? She knew, of course she knew, but she wanted to confirm it, you know, because she didn't want to make mistakes and assume things.

"Should I?" Genie gestured then blushed furiously and suddenly wished there was a hole somewhere for her to die in. What. The. Fuck. Was she overthinking this? Did Chusi actually mean that? Mean what Genie thought she meant? She was overthinking this wasn't she? She shivered a bit then, suddenly feeling just a tad bit cold. It made sense to cuddle, she knew, but was she reading the cues right? What was happening? Really, she preferred this to happen when she was close with the wolf, that way, these things wouldn't happen.

she's sUch an awkward ball im sorry