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The fox smiled warmly, returning the hug by wrapping one arm around Judy’s shoulder and the other lying over her head, his paw placed between her ears as he gently stroked a small patch behind one of them.

He let out a long sigh of contentment as he embraced the bunny, as if he’d not hugged her in a long, long while. He took in her earthy scent, with a hint of lavender and fresh linen. He simpered even more, and opened his eyes to look down at his bunny.

🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

“...Lord Fumus have mercy.”

🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

“...”

🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

She stares, before turning to stare out the window. 

She perked up, feathers standing a bit as she noticed the vase. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out where they’d come from. She really needed to give him the gift she’d picked out...