❛ nana . . . ❜ she already knows this is bad news ; bright green fluff ( they don’t even have fur in real life? ) consumes most of her field of view, plastic yellow eyes gaze down at her there’s no way that there’s feeling in them, but she feels their pressure nonetheless. a slow shake of her head, and this time her name is spoken firmer, ❛ nana, no. we don’t have the room ❜ / @cleanairs, ♥.



















