Firefly Glen Or need an escape just because

Fennec relaxed as Bronco got to work.  He was using his muzzle to start, but she could feel it too when he found the problem spot.  She went ahead and dropped to sitting, then extended her forelegs and slid down to lie, sphinx-like, on the ground.  She'd never had anything like this and it felt amazing.  Not just the massage part, but the whole... attention part.  She'd definitely assumed it was casual (she always assumed everything was meaningless, come on) but she couldn't help but melt.

She rested her head on her forelegs and sighed a deep, contented breath.  Yeah? Her ears rotated but other than that, she stayed where she was while she answered.  Well, it's good to know your strong suits.  And you make a very good case.  Anyone who looked at her could probably tell - this body did not hold heat well.  Still, she kept playfully quiet, as though weighing the upsides.

She had hung out with Bronco a lot pre-moonspear, but not a ton.  Something she'd never noticed then, but was really coming to appreciate now, was how easy he made every conversation.  She never had to ask him for shit because somehow he always seemed to leave an opening.  Some way for her to turn the tables and play it off in a way that was natural (and comfortable) for her.  In fact... talking to him was never really uncomfortable.  Not even when things got to the point of mad.

Alright, you got yourself a deal.  You help and you can space-heat.  Just... don't touch any of the plants, okay?  Not unless you know what it is.  Her mind immediately skipped to the plant she'd hidden away in the pouch.  So definitely a separate garden, because where Bronco went, she knew Meerkat would follow.

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