His dark fur bristled as he whimpered out like he'd somehow been betrayed. My heart twinges in between amusement and worry. Especially when those still developing eyes of his looks up at mine, which he must be able to track because of the violent spurt of lilac glow.
"Your first real food and you tried to put it down the wrong holes."
I'm glad I didn't sit the plate down in front of him! I can only picture the mess if he body slammed into it like he does to my chest.
"He doesn't know how to eat it yet. He's never had to figure out how to get food into his mouth without suckling."
"Can I handle it?"
Kyrie spoke from right over my ear, kneeling beside me and softly rubbing my shoulder. A gesture which is both immensely appreciated and sincerely aggravating. For I swear, I'm going to develop more and more dependency on things like this.
