Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

"oh, well that's ain't too far off from how ah got here mahself." gucci moved his head in ways that gave the woman better access to his neck, one year twitching with pleasure. ah, what he had been missing out on when he avoided the services of the fellahin! "th' pharaoh himself found me out in th' snow all alone n cold and was kindly and kingly enough t' take me here as a guest, until some day comes that mah owner returns for me." a day which he still believed would come. soon. sooner.

her wet muzzle moving up the side of his neck and to base of his batty ears coaxed a content, rumbly growl out the little man, his eyes closed as to surrender himself to the sense of touch.

"do ya miss your parents?"