@the-thread-of-muses from here
"Unless I like your face; /Go. Away./" The muffled grumbling came the moment she heard movement in her cave from under the pillow.
She winced at the first snort, blindly waving a hand to try to smack away whatever body part or object he was using to poke her. "Asks the immortal to the immortal" The younger monkey grumped, wincing again when the little suns anxious whining got louder.
"Im not /dying/ i just have a migraine"













