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➤; mittens rub at her eyes, the toddling safety hazard tumbling over as she trips on boxman’s shoe, plowing into the floor as her yawn hiccups with a grunt. far too sleepy to mind her surroundings, fink can’t help but feel sleep deprived tears brew in her sockets, arms splaying out as she surrenders to the weight tracking her down atop his foot.
“ booooxbooooss . . ”
her whine is sweet, soft & dainty while her ears pull, folding against her tufts of hair that smooth back her features. sluggish, she seems to start curling around his ankle for warmth & support.
“ wh . . where aaaaare you . . ? ”
poor kid can’t even open her eyes.















