My Embarrassing Habits: Early Charlie & Vaggie
Charlie: (sitting on the bed in her pajamas with her foot crossed onto her opposite knee)
Charlie: (glances at the door before quickly pulling a fine toothed comb, hoof care kit, and rag out of her bedside drawer) Alright, it's time!
Charlie: (wedges the towel between the toes of her hooves and starts flossing the trapped dirt, lint, and miscellaneous debris out of the crevice)
Charlie: (sighing) Oooooh, yeah. That feels good.
-CREEEEAAAAAAK!!!-
Charlie: (freezes and face falls as she stares at the bedroom door)
Vaggie: (eyes wide as she stares at Charlie's hoof and the small pile of fur, dirt, lint, etc. on the floor)
Charlie: (blushes hotly in embarrassment) It's not what it looks like!!!!
Vaggie: You have hooves?
Charlie: (curls in on herself and tries to tuck her hooves under her thighs) Y-Yeah....
Vaggie: (soft hum of a chuckle) They're adorable.
Charlie: (sits up straight as little hearts float and pop next to her head) Really? You think so?
Vaggie: I mean. I was thrown off at first, but yeah. They're cute. (Glances at the rag still wedged between Charlie's toes and the fine toothed comb in her hand) Do you... want some help with that?
Charlie: (hooves flex and curl) I wouldn't mind... ONLY IF YOU WANT TO!!!
Vaggie: I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with helping, hun. Give me the comb.
Charlie: (brain fried as the word hun plays in her head on repeat) Y-Y-Yeah... sure... here you go.
