Everybody, please go pepper @kailthia with love and kisses and good wishes and fluffy headcanons. K is having a really tough time at the moment.
@kailthia – Some Fris, Thrain and Custard fluff for you.
Custard woke. She was the only one awake.
This was unacceptable.
She stood up on the end of the bed, where she had slept,
and decided to do something about it. With a flick of a huge bushy tail,
Custard padded over the lumps and hillocks of warm sleeping bodies until she had reached the peaceful, lax faces. Then she sat down on
the Yellow One’s pillow, and began to yowl.
“Mrrraow. Mraw. Mrrrrroaw!”
“Oh, blast it,” came the mumble from the
yellow one.
“Mroawww!”
Best Dwarf kept sleeping. Best Dwarf, when he
slept, could sleep well.
When he didn’t sleep… well, then Custard had a job to do, didn’t she?
The room had good acoustics. Custard decided to experiment a little. “Mraaaaaaaaaoow! Mrrrr! Mrrrrr-aaaaow! Aoummmmroow!”
“All right, all right!”
The yellow one was awake now, and was
scratching at her ears. Custard congratulated herself on a serenade well sung, and half-slitted her eyes, rolling back
where she lay.
Under the covers, Best Dwarf was still snoring slightly.
“Good morning,” said Yellow One, and did that odd
teeth-baring thing that Dwarves did when they were happy. “Aren’t you pushy today?”
Custard only purred and hooked a paw around
Yellow One’s hand. Silly Yellow One – Custard wasn’t pushy – Custard was a cat.
It was at that point that Best Dwarf stirred,
groaning a little and rolling over. “Mmm, not getting up,” he mumbled.
“And a good morning to you too, dearest,” said
Yellow One, still doing the teeth-showing thing.
“Fris, why are we up at this hour?” Best One
complained, and his legs moved a little beneath the covers.
Custard’s eyes immediately snapped open. Movement
under the covers was not to be trusted! She
pounced with both her front paws, following the wriggly things. Best Dwarf
swore and chuckled, and the wriggling things ceased their wriggling. His hand
came to land on her cheek, rubbing slightly. “Ferocious little thing, damn it,
your claws can get through two layers of blankets!”
Obviously, Best Dwarf was happy she had done
her duty.
“It wasn’t my idea,” said Yellow One, rubbing at her eyes.
She threw back the covers and stretched. “I’ll go have a wash. Feed your pushy
monster, would you?”
“Yes, yes,” Best Dwarf said, and he sat up. His hair was a
sight to see. Custard wanted to play with it. Perhaps later. “You’re not a
pushy monster, are you, my sweet little darling?” he cooed, and tickled under
her chin.
Yellow One rolled her eyes, and left.
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Aw Yiss 