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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

There's no sugar.

No cookies with crunchy bits.

No chocolate.

No candy.

No sugar.

None.

AND IT IS NOT NEAR A WEEK YET.

There is a slightly manic Beaver Baby in the bar.

She is not asking for sugar.

Because that would be wrong.

She is gnawing on a table like there's no tomorrow.

There are woodshavings about her feet.

Gnaw, Sunny.

Gnaw.




Did we mention there's no sugar?

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

She curtsies, pulling her jeans to the side, before giggling and dragging him towards the flat.

[v_knidh8er]

He has no choice but to follow this Siren of Tea. She has given him an awesome name, after all.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

And tea awaits.

With pretty dresses, for them both.

And a demon bunny, who gets his own dress.

[v_knidh8er]

The Little Guy prefers to think of his as a ceremonial robe, as opposed to a dress. Not even female Loompas wear dresses.....

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Either way, it's a very PRETTY pink ceremonial robe.

Goes great with his coloring.

[v_knidh8er]

Great meaning ever worse than the day he had to fill in as the Cotton Candy Cone.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

SUNNY thinks he looks BEAUTIFUL.

Hiss, however, offers a sympathetic look, and nudges a tiny airline bottle of vodka his way.