JEN. succubitch.
❛ ANITA! THAT’S NAUGHTY - what would your mother say ? —- holy shit, what if she had one of her crackhead prophetic dreams & ya were knuckle - deep in da kitty ? outta the asylum, right into jennifer — bloody’n all too. ❜
❛ IF SHE WERE OFF THE CANDY she’d probably have a lot to say, but . . . that’s not been the case since like--- ever, so i think we’re solid. ❜ a stray wisp of shadowy hair is spun around her finger in an absent-minded gaze. a familiar rustle from a blanketed tower in the corner, however, rouses her, eyes aflame, head askew, alert as a hellion on its midnight prowl. ❛ is that-- ❜ she’s already sprung from the bed, brimming with glee. when the cover is discarded, a pale nose greets her fingers through the slim cage bars & a noise indiscernible from either creature siphons through their musk. ❛ HOLY SHIT! ❜ lucy is gathered up into her bare arms in a symphony of inscrutable squeaks. ❛ jen-- JEN. are you fucking kidding me ? i thought patty smoked her out ! ❜ the ferret leaps from her arms to the covers in all their various states of disarray, tumbling her way to jennifer’s lulled figure till she too is on her hind, peering back up to anita & her crescent tears; she kneels beside the bed to hail both of them in kisses. ❛ why didn’t you tell me when i came in-- god, i thought the smell was me ! ❜
















