❦
(Send ❦ for my muse to drunkenly explain what kind of animal your muse reminds them of)
The room reeked with the sickly sweet smell of plum wine, the culprit being a large earth ware jug sitting upon the table half full. It’s ladle holding one of the fermented fruits as it sat in a little puddle of alcohol.
The culprit behind the half emptied jug propped his reddened face on an elbow, a clawed finger tracing the rim of his nearly emptied cup. Glassy eyes turned towards his son, squinting a little as he confessed recklessly.
“You remind me so much…” He began before a burp rose through his throat, forcing him to hide it behind a raised hand. “…So much…of a cat. “
When the belch passed he slowly straightened himself up, albeit a bit wobbly and somehow managed a drunken smile. “Must be the fact you favor sitting up in trees. “ *hic!*
