Fizzarozzie Week; Day 7
AAAAHHH!!!! THE LAST DAY!!!
Sighing again, Fizz nuzzled into Ozzie's chest feathers, a rattle like purr beginning and only getting louder when he felt that large thumb on his back begin to rub back and forth. Peeking out from under the blanket, he watched as the chimera he laid upon start to wake up. A slight scrunch of the beak before a huffing sigh and then Ram and Bull's eyes blinked opened. Fizz crossed his arms and set his chin on them, returning the sleepy smile his husband gave him as soon as those glowing green eyes blinked open.
Not needing words after so long together, Fizz was happy to just stare into those fathomless eyes all morning. Of course, that wouldn't stop him from moving to give his wonderful, loving husband a morning kiss. Just as he was about to move to do so, a curious noise caught his attention. Pausing, he listened, determining it was their door cracking open. A fleeting thought had him thinking it was a queef but then he heard the quiet babbles approaching the bed.
He shared a look with a Ozzie, the sin shifting slightly, but not rising yet as they listening to the tiny grunts and a clunk of a can come up the steps. A final tiny 'oof' was heard before the clumsy shaking of said can and that was when Ozzie reached down.
“And just what do you think you're doing, young lady?” He asked, bringing up a now happily squealing impling into view. Or, more accurately, a sinling. Mostly imp like, she had Fizz's heart shaped face and cheeks marks, dusty lavender skin, lighter lavender hands, digitigrade legs that ended in black tipped hooves and a whipping tail. Said tail was tipped not with a spade but cyan blue feathers. Her head held matching feathers/hair that flamed lightly at the ends in her mirth and two tiny horn stubs; one light blue, the other baby pink.
“Horn! Horn!” She shouted happily, giggling as she clapped and opened eyes that matched Fizz's.
“Mmm, no, I don't think so.” Ozzie replied to their two year old, “No horn.”
Fizz cackled, raising finally and letting the blanket drape around him, “Aww, come on, Oz~ You know you love it~”
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