[ trinket has slobbered on vox machina enough that puppy kisses are hardly anything in comparison to fish breath... percy listens to her escapades with a light chuckle, giving her ears a soft rub before holding her out for siegfried to take on. she is his, after all, and percy would like his jacket back and not covered in white-gray puppy fur.
you know.
please. ]
She gets herself into enough of it - Mischief wouldn't be too far off the mark.
no subject
you know.
please. ]
She gets herself into enough of it - Mischief wouldn't be too far off the mark.
[ percy shut up. ]