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Your muse has suddenly snuggled up with mine in bed, send me a @ to see my muse’s reaction.
When Ven curls in next to Lizzie, the ginger doesn't really react. She was far too comfortable and sleepy to do much more than crack an eyelid, find out who the lump beside her was, and then cuddle in to the elf. "You messed up my blankets," she whines a little, trying to kick them back into place. "I'd just gotten them perfect to hold the heat in."








