Lion Head Mesa ductile

the small man was deep within his own mind, tavina's words reaching him as if trough water.

but he heard them.

the chihuahua righted himself into a sit, straightened and inhaled, despite knowing it would be in a fruitless effort to calm his quaking body. but her words had reached him.

gucci lifted his head and looked at tavina.

"ah don- ah don' wann' impose. ahm..." clenched teeth. "so. terrified. o' doin' th' wrang thang." a shaking, daintily gloved paw rose to cover his eyes. he tried breathing again.

and exhaled.

fwooo.

then lowered the paw and looked to tavina again, a volatile smile quivering on his lips, lightly shaking his head.

"i'll listen. j- jus' say what's th' idea, n ah'll listen."