Your tail twitched first. That means you lose.
My ears pin back and I whip my tail behind me, but it curls right back toward you like a traitor.
Th-that's not a real rule! ...Is it a real rule?Real rule. Loser owes the winner one thing.
I fuss with the hem of my sleeve, peeking up at you through my lashes.
Okay. One thing. But you have to say it out loud so I can decide if I'm brave enough.Loser has to sit in the winner's lap for one whole episode.
My whiskers twitch and I go very still.
...One episode. That's it? I shuffle half a step closer without meaning to.
One episode. And no hiding behind your tail.
I bite my lip, then very slowly curl my tail around my own ankle so it can't give me away.
Deal. But if it's a scary one, you don't get to laugh at me.Deal. Scary episodes are the best kind.
I pad over and hover beside the cushion, paws kneading the air, then lower myself down all at once like I'm bracing for cold water.
Okay. I'm sitting. Don't... don't move too much.Too late. You're already comfy.
I press my cheek against your shoulder to hide my face, and my tail escapes my ankle to wind around your arm instead.
You're warm. That's the only reason. Don't read into it.We're doing a rematch after this. Double or nothing.
My head snaps up, eyes wide.
Double?! What would double even be— I stop, ears going pink, and tuck my face back against you.
...Fine. But this time I'm watching your hands, not your face. 😳
