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If I get 12 ‘SING’ s The Mun Shall Record Themselves Singing

Send me ‘cuddle’ for my muses reaction to yours suddenly sitting next to them and wrapping both of them in a blanket.

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The Goddess could not help but smile, “Well isn’t this a nice surprise” she said with a chuckle. “What is the occasion for your visit?” she asked allowing him to wrap the blanket around her.

     Red. It washed down the kitchen-sink's drain in the small private abode of her latest target. This had been all too easy a job. The only thing that truly bugged Kali about this particular task was the fact that she'd had to travel all the way to Mexico for it. Since she lived in Michigan up in the Northern part of the United States, it was hard for the girl to find a relatively cheep route to Mexico. Oh well- she had made it- and that's all that mattered.        

      On the way out of the home, Kali stopped to look over her work. No evidence was visible, and therefore the young woman was in the clear. A faint chuckle left her lips, and almost as casually as she had walked in, she walked out again. Now all that she had left to do whilst here was, well, explore a bit. She was traveling, after all, and so there was no reason not to have a look around.

     Of course, Kali was one to find herself in unusual situations. Whilst on her little stroll through the town she was in, the redhead caught a glimpse of a... a rather unusual being. It definitely wasn't human, and it looked to be a moving creature made from... tar? There was more to the figure, but that was the first thing she noticed. Kali crept over slowly, her ashen eyes studying the other being. Most people seemed to be just walking right past him. Could they not see him? Was this just a normal thing here?

     Nevertheless, Kali watched.

                                                        And watched

                                                                        and the whole time, she didn't even realize she was standing in the middle of a road, gawking up at the other being that no one else seemed to notice.

♦: Slow dancing

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

Her husband's fingers were wonderful for a great many things, and La Muerte's sombrero would remain forgotten at the foot of her bed until he decided to take them out of her hair. She was puddled across his lap on her belly, purring and sighing as he stroked her.