#* mv

* where the HELL -- roared susie as she carelessly sunk her claws in between the pillows of the couch with the sole intent of finding the tv's remote control . it was not going to be a surprise to anybody if she , in the process , tore at the fabric .

* oh , got it ! and as she pulled her claws out , she held the remote among sturdy fingers still somewhat sticky from baking a large pie ( one that she couldn't even enjoy right away because of the whole ' cooling down ' idiocy ) . the remote was dusty , which left the monster a bit puzzled . dark hues blink a few times from behind mauvish hair .

* damn , this thing's dusty . you don't watch much tv i assume . but what was a sleepover without movies , after all ? she only hoped kris was ready for twelve hours of building-bashing , car-crunching action ! if not , she was simply going to force them . but why the hell were they still standing to the side instead of sitting down ? kris could make themselves comfortable in their own home -- she knew she did .

@wcirdkid :  " Hey, you wouldn't know how to pick a lock, right? "

@run-muse-dot-exe​ : [ noelle ] 🍟 :3c

* err --

a growl , much to her own surprise -- stifled , hushed . hesitation builds up in her senses , her muscles tensing and her veins pulsing . dark hues shifting elsewhere to avoid eye-contact , claws visibly quivering in a way to pretend not to feel that itch of slamming away her food off the table -- away from her and from noelle as well .

but no . she instead remained still -- her cheeks flushing a brighter shade . there was sweat on her palms and across her face ; the struggle of resisting the urge from doing something ... saying something that would sound outrageously silly to her .

that looked like a bowl of yummies , now . to see the pumpkin split open like that , revealing on plainsight the   ‘ guts ’   and the seeds ... yeah , susie could feast on it and have a decent banquet !   the only reason that refrained her from getting her snout dirty was noelle , who had to witness the mess in the first place .

yet she didn’t seem bothered by it -- or bothered by the fact that there was mess on the table . no , instead she willingly started playing with the halves of the pumpkin in a way to replicate a maw opening and closing .   and the snickering that followed right after ? absolutely divine .

* heh ...

susie could barely control the flush across her cheeks at this point , but she managed to play it cool . she had to .

❤️ @wcirdkid

Camping wasn't really her forte; being lost in nature wasn't something she dreamed to be, surrounded by nothing but tree, bushes, and quietude. Well, now with her in the woods, there will no longer be quietude.

SMACK!! The umpteenth slap to her face in the attempt to kill an annoying mosquito followed by a low, deep growl.

Going...fishing?

* Swing that thing all you like. You're not gonna catch any fish with that!

How could one even catch fish without a fishing rod? That was what Susie was here for, after all!

* I'll show you how a real pro fishes! * Empty-handed!

And she even ascertained to reveal to Kris that her claws were, indeed, empty. The purple monster proceeded to demonstrate a fishing tutorial à la Susie and quickly dipped her claw underwater with a quick swing, moving her arm around as if rummaging through a junk-filled bag. But no fish was willingly swimming into her grasp.