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💢💢‼️

She returns his crude and harsh greeting with a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. He was always such a crabapple in the morning, cranky as always.

❝Did you forget? We have to go to the soul society today! Up, up, up!❞
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Pokes @desgarron.bsky.social .ᐟ

❝Grimmy .ᐟ Wake up .ᐟ❞
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/ / : my biggest fear with this influx is that people will bring all their bullshit and issues here to pollute this app next. It’s inevitable.

Pls god, not again. 🥲

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Soft rumbles resounded from the foot of the bed and the culprit turns to reveal himself, snoring, chest exposed down to his loose pants and exposed feet… the Panthera had made himself comfortable all night and perhaps plans to remain here if left unchecked.

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The masculine feline instinctively twists as his decorum feels the sheets shuffle underneath his back. Her words served no purpose except irritating him in this dormancy state, prompting a roll in the covers that swiftly turns him into a burrito.

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⠀ 𝗧 𝗛 𝗨 𝗠 𝗣 ❗️

To her this may have simply been trivial… to him, It was consequential. A predator, especially one as disagreeable as he, is not to be trifled with when in a position of vulnerability.

Clawing through the sheets, he pounced on her, flashing his fangs, venting deep hisses.

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She rolled her eyes at the childish display. No amount of burrito-ing himself is going to stop her from getting him up and moving.

❝Alright, fine. Guess it’s going to be the hard way this morning…❞

She grabbed the life-size burrito and dragged it off the bed forcefully. ❝Up!❞
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She watched the snoozing panther for a few moments before deciding she should get up and get ready for the day. And if she’s getting up, then he needs to as well. Thus, she slipped out of bed and gently shook the azurette.

❝Hey, Grimmy. It’s morning. Time to get up.❞
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