Separate names with a comma.
He stretched out next to her, his arms around her waist
His nose crinkled as he laughed, his brown eyes watching them warmly. He extended his hand and a soft brown on stood on its hind legs, resting its...
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Okay. Are you okay on your own?"
(Yes)
They gathered around August's feet, clearly familiar with him, and began snuffling his shoes. He laughed, kneeling down again.
"Right now? Or should I give him time?"
(Yoop!)
"Yeah, yeah... hold on." He sat up, some torn grass in his hair as he headed over to the burrow, setting Penelope down. She looked up at him...
She frowned, looking back down at him. "You think so?"
(Zoop or switch?)
"The babies."
She looked over at him. "What?"
"It's your parents."
She drifted off slowly next to him, her body relaxing against him.
"I want to bring them home," August said regretfully. "But Eli says we can't have eight rabbits."
He would be able to tell that she was nervous and worried, but she didn't say anything more about it, taking to the sky.
He looked up at her, looking content. "Should we split up again to avoid suspicion?" he asked regretfully.
"Good night, Bug," she murmured, not opening her eyes.
He sat down nervously, taking a sandwich. August, meanwhile, had laid down on his back, with Penelope perched on his stomach.
She took to the air, looking worried.
