Came by yesterday asking for you, thought you were one of us.”
“She wanted to…”
“Gal’s just on the verge of her heat cycle, too. Cartoon sex “Lunch time,” she said with a smile, patting me on the back before ushering me into the kitchen, which followed the same decorating scheme as the living room had, though at least some of the appliances seemed to match, maybe hand-me-downs from parents. “It was an accident. Gardevoir didn’t so much speak as put into my mind the idea that she had, which was a little disconcerting. It’s the afternoon.”
“Saturdays are our days off. Not sure how they’d react, but it’s not a risk I wanna take. “Oh, we have so much to talk about.” She turned to him and nodded.
