Spending an evening with a fox can be wonderful, or terribly wonderful. Spending an evening with cavendishfox specifically can be ..... wonderfully tasty. (for him). We WERE just watching some TV when he noticed I was looking at my phone instead of watching his favorite part. A quick grab-n-gulp and my phone was gone.
"If you want it, you're gonna have to go in after it."
"...... we both know EXACTLY how this is going to play out."
"you're right. please watch this part first. THEN go in after it?"
"fine. fidgets, glancing at that belly, missing his phone"
"okay, the part is o-"
He couldn't even finish the sentence. We all know foxes are stretchy, but this is bringing it to a whole new level. It wasn't long before I was relaxing in my fox-coccoon-sleepingbag combo, enjoying the electrical sockets he installed so I could charge my phone.
Connected back to the internet, squeezed on all sides by soft squishy (platonic) fox love, I was back in my comfort zone.
Art - tabirsoffrecord
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