"NYARGH! LET GO OF ME YOU FAKE FAERIE! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"
Merwyn, with a look of utter boredom, held the squirming pink ball of fluff by the scruff of its neck, holding it out at arm's length. "The kitty is very loud today. Has the kitten had her chocolate?"
"CHOCOLATE?! DO NOT MENTION CHOCOLATE TO ME! I AM ENRAGED! I AM FURIOUS! I AM-"
Merwyn shoved the kitten into Emily's arms. "Here, Wifey. The kitten needs her purr time."
Mia glared up at her for a moment, then, with a sigh that seemed to deflate her entire body, she burrowed into Emily's chest, her tail giving a few resentful thumps against her side. "Fine," she grumbled, her voice muffled by Emily's dress. "But if there's no chocolate in ten minutes I'll bite off your hand." The threat was half-hearted, her purrs already starting to rumble, a low, vibrating comfort against Emily's skin.
