Cobra held mousui up at eye-level, a crooked smirk on his face."Snakes eat mice, don't they?"
For Mousui, it’s either stay in his palms and risk getting eaten, or taking the great leap of faith and risking death from the impact of falling to the floor. Neither options sound particularly appealing, so all she’ll do is panic, leap around, and squeak. That’s only logical, right?












