Inside Kitty | HIT ENTER | UNO Queen Plymouth stared at her bottom lip like it was flashing red lights at him. "That," Plymouth unwrapped a pinky to point at her lip. "That's dangerous. That might win your dessert back.. all on its own."
What.... else she'd asked him, Plymouth did not know. It wasn't a wibble, but it wasn't far from it. Plymouth Morgan would have climbed mountains with back hair for rope or crossed oceans on a prayer for a particular wibble. This pout thing... was similar.
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