Apr 3, 2017
✿ (alissa!)
[ ✿ ] my muse attempts to cook dinner for your muse. ( @alissabriar )
kitket let out a small squeal as she dropped the bowl, scrunching up her nose as it clattered to the ground. “oh, no!” she yelped as bluey came rushing in, “oh, bluey don’t eat that!” she quickly scooped the dog up into her arms, then turning to alissa, her cheeks puffed out in frustration. “so … i’m a very bad cook …” she said, pouting a bit, “— but i can try again, alissa! i just … i wanted to do something nice for you …”