Sun Mote Copse But if I can make it to the street

Thank fecking God that was over - Nellie was unsure how long she could keep from actually barfing due to stress and the butterflies in her stomach. No one had confirmed that Niamh and Phox were indeed seeing each other, but Nellie had a pretty good idea of what was going on - she thought. They were definitely doing the dirty, or were at least planning on doing so, and Nellie didn't want any part of it. If Phox wanted her milf mother over her, then... then why would she care?! She didn't, not one but, care about either of them and especially not both of them together. If either of them did ever spill the beans to her, to confirm her suspicions, she only had a few things to say about it.

Nellie stretched too, wondering if she looked as good as her mother when she did. Everyone said she was a near copy of the woman, but did that just mean that she was a lesser version? That would explain a lot. Nellie rolled her shoulders and shrugged. Fig is cool - maybe like the second coolest guy I know. That made her own brother the third, ouch - sorry Bronchie. She shook her blonde fur out, poof-ing up a little bit and nellie wasn't bothered about smoothing it back down.

Nellie smirked and raised a little eyebrow at her mom - if she thought what was happening was really happening, she should feel nothing but anger and envy for the woman, but her smile warmed her up instead. Nellie didn't like these conflicting feelings at all and was happy when Niamh said she was gonna go take a nap. Nellie nodded. Sounds good - don't nap for too long now, or you'll get all lazy. She joked, brushing up against her mother for something that resembled a hug before wanting to make her leave. She needed some air and a way to clear her mind.