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a low purr escaped the back of the rum tum tugger’s throat as he spied the red queen from across the junkyard. it had been far too long since he’d spent some quality time with his favourite bombshell, and he fluffed up his mane, taking a moment to admire his reflection in the mirror. a smirk crossed his face as he deemed himself acceptable, glancing back over at her. their last two encounters he had fought off her advances with a casual air of dismissal, but it was time to pull her back in.
“ now there’s a face i’ve missed. ” tugger’s tail wound around bombalurina’s stomach idly as he brushed up behind her suddenly, his voice a low rumble against her ear. he and bomba had been doing this dance for years --- they knew how to rile each other up, how to keep things.. fresh and fun. “ you haven’t been avoiding me, have you? ”
