Short and snuggly one today…and bloody :D
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Prozac allowed himself a couple seconds to enjoy that cozy scene, minus the blood, then he hauled himself back up top. He scribbled a quick note then strapped the fanny pack around Murder. “Go find Gimp, and then see if you can find out from the girls how much time they’ve bought us.” Murder swept her wing up in a kind of a salute, of all things, then jumped off the rocks and winged, and honked, away.
Prozac watched her go, then turned towards the trees screening the rest of the exhibit from his view. “I hope it’s enough.”
