"Ooooh.... delicious! Stay asleep Micah, staaaaayyyy asssllleeeeepppp..."
"Ivan, I can and will throw you across the room." Really, how could anyone sleep with tiny, freezing-cold feet pattering about?
Ivan pouted in a manner befitting a king.
"Have you decided?" Micah sighed. "You know if we can't find Foster, we're going to have to ask Ginaphae to look at you."
"No! I shall not have her see me like this!"
"I could just stuff you in a bag, you know. We can't keep hiding you from Jillian, she's starting to ask too many questions. Not to mention I'm worried that cat might actually try to eat you... "
To be continued...
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