Song wriggled around her overgrown lapdog a little further to plant a very quick kiss on Josiah's bruised head, then crawled backwards until she could sit up a safe distance from the edge of the table (learning from Josiah's mistake) and wrap an arm around Yasha.
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Date: 2009-12-28 06:41 am (UTC)"It's tough work, decorating. Maybe I did molt."