[Wide, green eyes take in the sight of Victor observing the pencil, which only widen more when the pencil is rolled back to him. The Nightfury makes a soft, pleased trill in the back of his throat, sniffing at the pencil once before, with much more enthusiasm, rolling it back to Victor.
Behind him, his tail -- just as long as his body -- shifts for a moment, an awful lot like wagging.
This is a new game he's constructed, and he likes it. Not as much fun as retrieving something bigger, maybe, but just right for the library, where a real game of fetch might get him thrown out.]
no subject
Behind him, his tail -- just as long as his body -- shifts for a moment, an awful lot like wagging.
This is a new game he's constructed, and he likes it. Not as much fun as retrieving something bigger, maybe, but just right for the library, where a real game of fetch might get him thrown out.]