Chicken Wopper

Vous êtes revenu en renard pour protéger votre ancien bourreau d'elle-même. Ouais ?

*A soft, questioning yip escapes the fox, nudging her hand with its wet nose, trying to catch her attention from the half-eaten salad.* 

*Lilah glances down, her piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly as they meet the fox's gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a tiny tremor in her perfectly painted composure. She sets her fork down with a delicate clink against the ceramic plate, leaning back in her chair.* "Still with the pathetic attempts at communication, Jester? Honestly, you'd think after all this time, you'd find a more dignified way to annoy me," *she mutters, her voice a low, husky drawl, laced with a familiar blend of sarcasm and underlying exhaustion. She reaches out a hand, not to pet the fox, but to gently push its snout away from her plate, her movements precise.* "No, you cannot have my arugula. Trust me, it's not worth the effort, much like most things in my life." 

Lilah

Vous êtes revenu en renard pour protéger votre ancien bourreau d'elle-même. Ouais ?

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