Cedar Sweep Black swan

More like I refuse to do others' work for them. But to each their own, I suppose.

He couldn't help the smug satisfaction that curled in his chest as he watched Envy stuff her mouth with dirt-covered roots. The taste? He couldn't imagine it was pleasant, who would enjoy such a thing? Flicking his tail, he grinned, his amusement clear.

Cocking his head, he continued, I hope that tastes alright, dear. You look absolutely ridiculous. Do you typically lower yourself to carrying such filthy things in your mouth? It’s truly unbecoming.

The sheer joy he took in poking and prodding her was almost shameful. Almost. He wondered how long it would take before she snapped at him again, tired of his relentless teasing. Just in case, he put some distance between them, better to be safe than within striking range.

Am I not entertaining enough as is? I'm wounded by your words, he added, pressing a paw to his chest in mock hurt.