$LAYYYTER
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Monterey Bay Aquarium
todays bird
Interview Vampire Daily
Today's Document
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
@theartofmadeline
Sade Olutola
RMH
𓃗
The Bowery Presents
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Origami Around
NASA
art blog(derogatory)
almost home
blake kathryn
titsay
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Norway
seen from United States
seen from Albania
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Cyprus
seen from Australia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from India
seen from Poland
seen from United States
@kids-got-claws
“Regardless…”
Hi. I’m Binx.
Don’t mind me…
My tags:
#Binx 📦🐦⬛ - main posts
#what’s in the box 📦 - whatever you want to ask.
#breaking in 📦 - when I’m the one asking
#redacted project crows 🐦⬛ - training, cases, whatever else while I’m here…
The Files - in case you want to see ‘em. (yep, mine’s there too.)
The Lore - in case you want to read further
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
“Hey, man. What’s the occasion?”
[He offers them a comforting smile, noticing their slightly off demeanor.]
[Anything Binx was thinking about asking suddenly goes blank at that simple greeting. Suddenly the weight feels… Lighter. What’s that about? He’s just being friendly. Stop gawking.
With a small shrug, Binx replies with the first thing that comes to mind, instead.]
“Not really anything. Just… Wanted to be around someone else right now, I guess? Been moping about for too long.”
“Ahh, yeah I get it.”
[Sagan nods in understanding. He pats the spot next to him, offering a seat.]
“Well.. you don’t have to just stand there if you don’t want to. I like your company.”
[Binx wanders over, ignoring the semi-pavlovian response to shift - and sits.]
“S’nice of you to say. I like your company, too.”
[That small smile widens.]
“You reading something good?”
“Yeah, yeah! I’m reading, uh—”
[He momentarily tears his eyes away from them to look back at the book now sitting on his lap.]
“A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’engle. Really good book if you ask me.”
“I don’t know much about books, so I’ll take your word for it.”
[Binx speaks lightly, head tilted.]
“What’s it about?”
“Well..There’s this girl named Meg Murray, and she ends up traveling across the galaxy to find her dad with her little brother and her friend—Not to mention—There’s these three witches that help them.”
[He excitedly drummed his fingers on the book as he spoke about it, clearly seeming to favor this book.]
[Binx looks enthralled.]
“That does sound like a good book - sounds amazing - and kinda scary - and… A lot of things.”
[There’s a pause before Binx shakes their head with a nervous chuckle.]
“Sorry - m’not great at describing. But I like hearing about things, ‘specially when it’s things people care about. That’s the best. S’like the happy feelings get all infectious, so… Keep going?”
[Those wide eyes shift to look over at the book cover as they try reading - and then re-reading the title.]
“Yeah, uh—There’s these witches, Ms. Who, Ms. Whatsit, and Ms. Which. I, uh..”
[He opens his mouth, but his words seem to fail him. He’s just left sort of— Gawking. The silence, strangely, isn’t uncomfortable. It’s rather.. soothing, actually..]
“Uh.. I’m sure I’ve got a copy or somthin’ somewhere, we can maybe, read it together sometime.”
[Binx’s gaze flickers back to him.]
“I’d like that! I-”
[That sheepishness in their smile returns, but with no real anxiety.]
“I ah, might be a tad slower than you. At reading. But it sounds like a good time, swear.”
“I don’t mind helping you if you need it, B.”
[He slowly stands, walking over to his bookshelf.]
“And uh, you don’t just have to borrow that one. All my books are open to you. Consider me your local librarian.”
[He chuckles, running his fingers along the spines of his books until he paused, grabbing the copy he was looking for.]
“Ah, here we go.”
“Thanks - really, that means… A lot.”
[They practically beam at the nickname.]
“I actually used to hang out in libraries, back before - when I could, anyway. Great free spaces, just… Not a lot of ‘em. And with not-as-nice librarians as you, I guess.”
[Binx jokes.]
“Well, luckily for you, you don’t need those not-as-nice librarians. I’ve got encyclopedias, fiction, science; you name it. I’ve even got notebooks.”
[Binx looks over the bookshelf with wide eyes.]
“Whoa. That’s awesome. You really are like a librarian - but way better. A, uh… Something else. Anyway, th-”
[With a ponderous glance, something suddenly clicks in the mind - and Binx grins at him.]
“Thanks again, Sage.”
“It’s no sweat, B. I—”
[He suddenly paused, rewinding as everything clicked. Sage? He glanced over his shoulder at them, a small smile on his lips.]
“Sage, Huh?”
“Mhm!”
[Binx’s hands fumbled in their pockets, suddenly fixated on the texture.]
“I think it fits you. You like it?”
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
“Hey, man. What’s the occasion?”
[He offers them a comforting smile, noticing their slightly off demeanor.]
[Anything Binx was thinking about asking suddenly goes blank at that simple greeting. Suddenly the weight feels… Lighter. What’s that about? He’s just being friendly. Stop gawking.
With a small shrug, Binx replies with the first thing that comes to mind, instead.]
“Not really anything. Just… Wanted to be around someone else right now, I guess? Been moping about for too long.”
“Ahh, yeah I get it.”
[Sagan nods in understanding. He pats the spot next to him, offering a seat.]
“Well.. you don’t have to just stand there if you don’t want to. I like your company.”
[Binx wanders over, ignoring the semi-pavlovian response to shift - and sits.]
“S’nice of you to say. I like your company, too.”
[That small smile widens.]
“You reading something good?”
“Yeah, yeah! I’m reading, uh—”
[He momentarily tears his eyes away from them to look back at the book now sitting on his lap.]
“A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’engle. Really good book if you ask me.”
“I don’t know much about books, so I’ll take your word for it.”
[Binx speaks lightly, head tilted.]
“What’s it about?”
“Well..There’s this girl named Meg Murray, and she ends up traveling across the galaxy to find her dad with her little brother and her friend—Not to mention—There’s these three witches that help them.”
[He excitedly drummed his fingers on the book as he spoke about it, clearly seeming to favor this book.]
[Binx looks enthralled.]
“That does sound like a good book - sounds amazing - and kinda scary - and… A lot of things.”
[There’s a pause before Binx shakes their head with a nervous chuckle.]
“Sorry - m’not great at describing. But I like hearing about things, ‘specially when it’s things people care about. That’s the best. S’like the happy feelings get all infectious, so… Keep going?”
[Those wide eyes shift to look over at the book cover as they try reading - and then re-reading the title.]
“Yeah, uh—There’s these witches, Ms. Who, Ms. Whatsit, and Ms. Which. I, uh..”
[He opens his mouth, but his words seem to fail him. He’s just left sort of— Gawking. The silence, strangely, isn’t uncomfortable. It’s rather.. soothing, actually..]
“Uh.. I’m sure I’ve got a copy or somthin’ somewhere, we can maybe, read it together sometime.”
[Binx’s gaze flickers back to him.]
“I’d like that! I-”
[That sheepishness in their smile returns, but with no real anxiety.]
“I ah, might be a tad slower than you. At reading. But it sounds like a good time, swear.”
“I don’t mind helping you if you need it, B.”
[He slowly stands, walking over to his bookshelf.]
“And uh, you don’t just have to borrow that one. All my books are open to you. Consider me your local librarian.”
[He chuckles, running his fingers along the spines of his books until he paused, grabbing the copy he was looking for.]
“Ah, here we go.”
“Thanks - really, that means… A lot.”
[They practically beam at the nickname.]
“I actually used to hang out in libraries, back before - when I could, anyway. Great free spaces, just… Not a lot of ‘em. And with not-as-nice librarians as you, I guess.”
[Binx jokes.]
“Well, luckily for you, you don’t need those not-as-nice librarians. I’ve got encyclopedias, fiction, science; you name it. I’ve even got notebooks.”
[Binx looks over the bookshelf with wide eyes.]
“Whoa. That’s awesome. You really are like a librarian - but way better. A, uh… Something else. Anyway, th-”
[With a ponderous glance, something suddenly clicks in the mind - and Binx grins at him.]
“Thanks again, Sage.”
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
“Hey, man. What’s the occasion?”
[He offers them a comforting smile, noticing their slightly off demeanor.]
[Anything Binx was thinking about asking suddenly goes blank at that simple greeting. Suddenly the weight feels… Lighter. What’s that about? He’s just being friendly. Stop gawking.
With a small shrug, Binx replies with the first thing that comes to mind, instead.]
“Not really anything. Just… Wanted to be around someone else right now, I guess? Been moping about for too long.”
“Ahh, yeah I get it.”
[Sagan nods in understanding. He pats the spot next to him, offering a seat.]
“Well.. you don’t have to just stand there if you don’t want to. I like your company.”
[Binx wanders over, ignoring the semi-pavlovian response to shift - and sits.]
“S’nice of you to say. I like your company, too.”
[That small smile widens.]
“You reading something good?”
“Yeah, yeah! I’m reading, uh—”
[He momentarily tears his eyes away from them to look back at the book now sitting on his lap.]
“A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’engle. Really good book if you ask me.”
“I don’t know much about books, so I’ll take your word for it.”
[Binx speaks lightly, head tilted.]
“What’s it about?”
“Well..There’s this girl named Meg Murray, and she ends up traveling across the galaxy to find her dad with her little brother and her friend—Not to mention—There’s these three witches that help them.”
[He excitedly drummed his fingers on the book as he spoke about it, clearly seeming to favor this book.]
[Binx looks enthralled.]
“That does sound like a good book - sounds amazing - and kinda scary - and… A lot of things.”
[There’s a pause before Binx shakes their head with a nervous chuckle.]
“Sorry - m’not great at describing. But I like hearing about things, ‘specially when it’s things people care about. That’s the best. S’like the happy feelings get all infectious, so… Keep going?”
[Those wide eyes shift to look over at the book cover as they try reading - and then re-reading the title.]
“Yeah, uh—There’s these witches, Ms. Who, Ms. Whatsit, and Ms. Which. I, uh..”
[He opens his mouth, but his words seem to fail him. He’s just left sort of— Gawking. The silence, strangely, isn’t uncomfortable. It’s rather.. soothing, actually..]
“Uh.. I’m sure I’ve got a copy or somthin’ somewhere, we can maybe, read it together sometime.”
[Binx’s gaze flickers back to him.]
“I’d like that! I-”
[That sheepishness in their smile returns, but with no real anxiety.]
“I ah, might be a tad slower than you. At reading. But it sounds like a good time, swear.”
“I don’t mind helping you if you need it, B.”
[He slowly stands, walking over to his bookshelf.]
“And uh, you don’t just have to borrow that one. All my books are open to you. Consider me your local librarian.”
[He chuckles, running his fingers along the spines of his books until he paused, grabbing the copy he was looking for.]
“Ah, here we go.”
“Thanks - really, that means… A lot.”
[They practically beam at the nickname.]
“I actually used to hang out in libraries, back before - when I could, anyway. Great free spaces, just… Not a lot of ‘em. And with not-as-nice librarians as you, I guess.”
[Binx jokes.]
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
“Hey, man. What’s the occasion?”
[He offers them a comforting smile, noticing their slightly off demeanor.]
[Anything Binx was thinking about asking suddenly goes blank at that simple greeting. Suddenly the weight feels… Lighter. What’s that about? He’s just being friendly. Stop gawking.
With a small shrug, Binx replies with the first thing that comes to mind, instead.]
“Not really anything. Just… Wanted to be around someone else right now, I guess? Been moping about for too long.”
“Ahh, yeah I get it.”
[Sagan nods in understanding. He pats the spot next to him, offering a seat.]
“Well.. you don’t have to just stand there if you don’t want to. I like your company.”
[Binx wanders over, ignoring the semi-pavlovian response to shift - and sits.]
“S’nice of you to say. I like your company, too.”
[That small smile widens.]
“You reading something good?”
“Yeah, yeah! I’m reading, uh—”
[He momentarily tears his eyes away from them to look back at the book now sitting on his lap.]
“A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’engle. Really good book if you ask me.”
“I don’t know much about books, so I’ll take your word for it.”
[Binx speaks lightly, head tilted.]
“What’s it about?”
“Well..There’s this girl named Meg Murray, and she ends up traveling across the galaxy to find her dad with her little brother and her friend—Not to mention—There’s these three witches that help them.”
[He excitedly drummed his fingers on the book as he spoke about it, clearly seeming to favor this book.]
[Binx looks enthralled.]
“That does sound like a good book - sounds amazing - and kinda scary - and… A lot of things.”
[There’s a pause before Binx shakes their head with a nervous chuckle.]
“Sorry - m’not great at describing. But I like hearing about things, ‘specially when it’s things people care about. That’s the best. S’like the happy feelings get all infectious, so… Keep going?”
[Those wide eyes shift to look over at the book cover as they try reading - and then re-reading the title.]
“Yeah, uh—There’s these witches, Ms. Who, Ms. Whatsit, and Ms. Which. I, uh..”
[He opens his mouth, but his words seem to fail him. He’s just left sort of— Gawking. The silence, strangely, isn’t uncomfortable. It’s rather.. soothing, actually..]
“Uh.. I’m sure I’ve got a copy or somthin’ somewhere, we can maybe, read it together sometime.”
[Binx’s gaze flickers back to him.]
“I’d like that! I-”
[That sheepishness in their smile returns, but with no real anxiety.]
“I ah, might be a tad slower than you. At reading. But it sounds like a good time, swear.”
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
“Hey, man. What’s the occasion?”
[He offers them a comforting smile, noticing their slightly off demeanor.]
[Anything Binx was thinking about asking suddenly goes blank at that simple greeting. Suddenly the weight feels… Lighter. What’s that about? He’s just being friendly. Stop gawking.
With a small shrug, Binx replies with the first thing that comes to mind, instead.]
“Not really anything. Just… Wanted to be around someone else right now, I guess? Been moping about for too long.”
“Ahh, yeah I get it.”
[Sagan nods in understanding. He pats the spot next to him, offering a seat.]
“Well.. you don’t have to just stand there if you don’t want to. I like your company.”
[Binx wanders over, ignoring the semi-pavlovian response to shift - and sits.]
“S’nice of you to say. I like your company, too.”
[That small smile widens.]
“You reading something good?”
“Yeah, yeah! I’m reading, uh—”
[He momentarily tears his eyes away from them to look back at the book now sitting on his lap.]
“A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’engle. Really good book if you ask me.”
“I don’t know much about books, so I’ll take your word for it.”
[Binx speaks lightly, head tilted.]
“What’s it about?”
“Well..There’s this girl named Meg Murray, and she ends up traveling across the galaxy to find her dad with her little brother and her friend—Not to mention—There’s these three witches that help them.”
[He excitedly drummed his fingers on the book as he spoke about it, clearly seeming to favor this book.]
[Binx looks enthralled.]
“That does sound like a good book - sounds amazing - and kinda scary - and… A lot of things.”
[There’s a pause before Binx shakes their head with a nervous chuckle.]
“Sorry - m’not great at describing. But I like hearing about things, ‘specially when it’s things people care about. That’s the best. S’like the happy feelings get all infectious, so… Keep going?”
[Those wide eyes shift to look over at the book cover as they try reading - and then re-reading the title.]
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
“Hey, man. What’s the occasion?”
[He offers them a comforting smile, noticing their slightly off demeanor.]
[Anything Binx was thinking about asking suddenly goes blank at that simple greeting. Suddenly the weight feels… Lighter. What’s that about? He’s just being friendly. Stop gawking.
With a small shrug, Binx replies with the first thing that comes to mind, instead.]
“Not really anything. Just… Wanted to be around someone else right now, I guess? Been moping about for too long.”
“Ahh, yeah I get it.”
[Sagan nods in understanding. He pats the spot next to him, offering a seat.]
“Well.. you don’t have to just stand there if you don’t want to. I like your company.”
[Binx wanders over, ignoring the semi-pavlovian response to shift - and sits.]
“S’nice of you to say. I like your company, too.”
[That small smile widens.]
“You reading something good?”
“Yeah, yeah! I’m reading, uh—”
[He momentarily tears his eyes away from them to look back at the book now sitting on his lap.]
“A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’engle. Really good book if you ask me.”
“I don’t know much about books, so I’ll take your word for it.”
[Binx speaks lightly, head tilted.]
“What’s it about?”
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
“Hey, man. What’s the occasion?”
[He offers them a comforting smile, noticing their slightly off demeanor.]
[Anything Binx was thinking about asking suddenly goes blank at that simple greeting. Suddenly the weight feels… Lighter. What’s that about? He’s just being friendly. Stop gawking.
With a small shrug, Binx replies with the first thing that comes to mind, instead.]
“Not really anything. Just… Wanted to be around someone else right now, I guess? Been moping about for too long.”
“Ahh, yeah I get it.”
[Sagan nods in understanding. He pats the spot next to him, offering a seat.]
“Well.. you don’t have to just stand there if you don’t want to. I like your company.”
[Binx wanders over, ignoring the semi-pavlovian response to shift - and sits.]
“S’nice of you to say. I like your company, too.”
[That small smile widens.]
“You reading something good?”
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
“Hey, man. What’s the occasion?”
[He offers them a comforting smile, noticing their slightly off demeanor.]
[Anything Binx was thinking about asking suddenly goes blank at that simple greeting. Suddenly the weight feels… Lighter. What’s that about? He’s just being friendly. Stop gawking.
With a small shrug, Binx replies with the first thing that comes to mind, instead.]
“Not really anything. Just… Wanted to be around someone else right now, I guess? Been moping about for too long.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
[There’s a gentle knock at the door, as if whoever’s behind it is afraid to be heard. Who-]
“Sagan? Are you in there? It’s- it’s Binx.”
[Of course.]
📦🐦⬛ - @kids-got-claws
[He seems to perk up at the knock,putting his book to the side.]
“Uh..Yeah! Come on in, Binx.”
[The door is opened and then quickly closed as softly as possible.]
“Thanks.”
[Binx gives a sheepish smile. There’s nervousness in it, but more so relief than anything else.]
[Eventually, the denial faded.
Xenio’s file had already been taken off the system when Binx checked. Wiped clean, like they were never even there to begin with.
Must’ve vanished as quickly as they did.
The other files were fine. A little eclectic, considering the colour coding, and-
…Why did it have to be pink?
Binx pointedly turned away from the files.]
…
[Soon enough, all of Xenio’s things were moved into the box they had reassembled, and then taken to Binx’s room - hidden next to the smaller, empty one. It wasn’t that difficult to carry, Binx noted. Over a longer distance, maybe…
Something to figure out later.
For now, Binx needed more time to think.]
[Binx notices the time once she’s in the kitchen. Almost midnight. Fitting. No wonder it’s so dark.
First she tries looking through the cabinets for something proper, but the headache is just too much. It’s not going to be possible for her to try and concentrate on cooking anything right now.
…
She’s sitting on the counter with half a loaf of bread in one hand, and a carton of milk in the other before she can second-guess about manners.]
[It’s hard to tell how long it’s actually been, drifting in and out of dozing, but the concept of time is getting harder to care about whilst this blasted headache keeps dulling all other senses.
Even with that sinking feeling in deep in the stomach - or is it just hunger? - Binx begins to settle on an indisputable conclusion.
…Can’t stay here like this.
Gotta keep going.
…
She sits up, and takes a little longer to shift back than normal. It feels uncomfortable when she does. Stretching just makes the feeling inside more inescapable, and standing feels near impossible. But she pulls herself up, and drags her legs to start moving anyway.
Gotta keep going.
…
She’ll make it to the kitchen eventually.]
[Binx wanders around the corner and down the corridor - head tilted, tail flicking. Gotta be here somewhere.]
[Surely, right?]
…
[Must not be looking in the right places.]
…
[Where are they?]
[Binx hesitates before letting out the smallest sound. It’s not like she ever got used to making noise in this form, but there’s something about the situation that draws her to call out.
She doesn’t like this. It feels…
No. She doesn’t want to think like that anymore. This is different. This has to be different. She’s not looking in the right places.
Binx scurries ahead.]
“Mrow-”
[Her voice feels scratchy like this. When was the last time- Stop it. Don’t think about that. They’ll be here somewhere.
Eventually Binx has to turn around and make the same trail through the rooms as before - in order to keep going. Keep looking. Keep moving.
Still nothing.
There’s a feeling in the pit of her tiny stomach that she doesn’t like at all.]
…
[Still nothing.]
…
[Are they hiding?]
…
[Did she do something again?]
…
[Binx has to stop herself from making more noise. It’s loud and making her throat shake and she feels horrible and-
She’s by the side of Xenio’s bed again.]
[They aren’t-
…
She doesn’t want to get any fur on their bed.
She doesn’t want to jump up without permission.
…
But they aren’t h-
…Binx doesn’t want to think about where they are right now.]
[Hiding her tail beneath her, Binx curls up on the floor beside the bed, trying desperately not to take up any more space than she already has.
She closes her eyes, and she waits.
Wherever they are, they’ll be back. She’s sure of it.
Things are different, here. Xenio showed them that. They wouldn’t just leave her. They'll be back.
…
Binx can wait until then.]
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
[Binx wanders around the corner and down the corridor - head tilted, tail flicking. Gotta be here somewhere.]
[Surely, right?]
…
[Must not be looking in the right places.]
…
[Where are they?]
[Binx hesitates before letting out the smallest sound. It’s not like she ever got used to making noise in this form, but there’s something about the situation that draws her to call out.
She doesn’t like this. It feels…
No. She doesn’t want to think like that anymore. This is different. This has to be different. She’s not looking in the right places.
Binx scurries ahead.]
“Mrow-”
[Her voice feels scratchy like this. When was the last time- Stop it. Don’t think about that. They’ll be here somewhere.
Eventually Binx has to turn around and make the same trail through the rooms as before - in order to keep going. Keep looking. Keep moving.
Still nothing.
There’s a feeling in the pit of her tiny stomach that she doesn’t like at all.]
…
[Still nothing.]
…
[Are they hiding?]
…
[Did she do something again?]
…
[Binx has to stop herself from making more noise. It’s loud and making her throat shake and she feels horrible and-
She’s by the side of Xenio’s bed again.]
[They aren’t-
…
She doesn’t want to get any fur on their bed.
She doesn’t want to jump up without permission.
…
But they aren’t h-
…Binx doesn’t want to think about where they are right now.]
[Binx wanders around the corner and down the corridor - head tilted, tail flicking. Gotta be here somewhere.]
[Surely, right?]
…
[Must not be looking in the right places.]
…
[Where are they?]
[Binx hesitates before letting out the smallest sound. It’s not like she ever got used to making noise in this form, but there’s something about the situation that draws her to call out.
She doesn’t like this. It feels…
No. She doesn’t want to think like that anymore. This is different. This has to be different. She’s not looking in the right places.
Binx scurries ahead.]
“Mrow-”
[Her voice feels scratchy like this. When was the last time- Stop it. Don’t think about that. They’ll be here somewhere.
Eventually Binx has to turn around and make the same trail through the rooms as before - in order to keep going. Keep looking. Keep moving.
Still nothing.
There’s a feeling in the pit of her tiny stomach that she doesn’t like at all.]
…
[Still nothing.]
…
[Are they hiding?]
…
[Did she do something again?]
…
[Binx has to stop herself from making more noise. It’s loud and making her throat shake and she feels horrible and-
She’s by the side of Xenio’s bed again.]
