Two Eyes Cenote waltz

kiyya follows each wobbling steps she left behind, struggling to find them. tiye huffs, though it wasn't like she knew where she headed either. when she approaches and bumps into him, she feels the wetness of his cheeks — milk? she gives his cheek a lick before realizing that this was not milk. it didn't smell like milk nor mama. her disappointment is immeasurable, and her day is ruined.

she does not bop kiyya on the nose again for this indiscretion. whatever he was leaking out was enough to stop her from doing so. it tasted weird, so it must be bad. probably.