Oho it's missing Spindle hours, whenever you're up to it, could I see jump with Spindle and Marvin?
“Cats have a certain agility, don’t they? A certain grace. Always landing on their feet, that sort?” Spindle cooed as he wove his fingers through Marvin’s, squeezing gently. “I wonder if it could be your saving grace too.”
Marvin didn’t resist as he was drawn forward step by step. All of his friend’s suggestions reminded him not to, swirling through his head like ribbons of melting chocolate. Soft, sweet. A friend wouldn’t lead him anywhere dangerous.
“You have a show to put on, Marvin. You take center stage,” Spindle informed him, helping him up to the edge of the rooftop. “The lights out there are always so bright, aren’t they?” Chuckling, he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Couldn’t you just leap right out and touch them?”
