Lost Creek Hollow Don't you lie, your cheeks are blushing red.

God this is such a short reply aaaah

He released her and rolled over, sort-of, giving Ibis a moment to orient herself better to the new game; his little paws were hard to avoid as they flailed and he was trying to escape, but she dove close and with a gasp, plunged her nose in to his belly fluff and went, PPPBBBPPPTTHHHH as if she were blowing her nose and he was the tissue. He'd still be able to kick at her or grab at her with his forelimbs, even grab an ear if he felt the desire. Ibis hoped to make him laugh — and it didn't occur to her that Gannet was watching all of this stupidity. Had she been more "with it" Ibis might've been more conservative with her playing.