Event: Non-alcoholic drink
Jaxon was struggling. He only had root beer, but it made him feel all fuzzy and he wasn’t sure if it had been laced with something that just the pets had to endure. He wanted to cuddle and be warm in another’s arms, but didn’t dare seek a Master for such a thing. He tried to talk to another, but his words were starting to slur. He’d heard that happened to drunk people, but he’d never alcohol himself, so he wasn’t sure. Still, he sauntered up to someone and wrapped his arm around their waist, his head resting to the shoulder. “How’s it going?” he asked, giggling softly, feeling the rational part of his brain slip away as the warmth continued in his chest.
his mouth was more than full at this point. he wasn’t sure who had baked it, he was betting it had been a witch, because that vanilla cake was so damn good ! swallowing a part of what still was on his mouth, he tried to smile towards the other pet. “ fine, i’m doing fine. ” he only then noticed a sharp pain on his chest. well, not exactly a sharp pain, more of a bittersweet hurting on his heart. and his mind started being assaulted by the craving of intimacy. he wanted to kiss someone’s cheek, to lay on their lap and to have his hair caressed, to be praised during sex. pushing those weird feelings down his throat along with some more of the delicious cake, he tried to smile at the other. “ you want some cake ? it’s- it’s really good ! ”
