 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
3. Kneazle
{Group 19, Prompt 02}
Idris leaned against Paul’s shoulder, fighting the urge to double over with mirth as the pair sat there in the grass.
“Maybe you knitted the sweater one size too small,” Paul muttered grumpily.
“I didn’t.”
“Quit laughing then, and help me, Idris!”
Biting his lower lip in feigned concentration, Id lifted Nes. “Who’s the best kneazle? That’s right! It’s you, Nes! Hold still for your papas. Please.”
With a resigned meow, Nes stopped squirming. The light blue sweater was slipped easily over him.
“Was that so -” A faster-than-lightning pink paw swiped through the air to claw at Paul’s nearest arm. |