She pointed to the bed. Moose was lying there, his ears perked towards Ellis. "I've trained him a little."
Moose proceeded to lick his face. Blaise went to her nightstand, picking up the photograph she had taken and gazing at it before returning it to its place at her desk.
He flushed, leaning into her touch, the pink crossing the bridge of his nose. His black curly hair brushed her thin fingers, slipping through easily. "That's... hm. I feel the same, Blaise."
