Breathless - a Phichimetti Zine
My medically required reduced screen time has greatly affected my ability to promote this project AND PRE-ORDERS CLOSE TODAY for @phichimettizine.
Along with other talented creators, @magical-mistral and I paired up to bring the fluffy romantic comedy titled “Some Like It Fluffy” for our favorite rare pair!
ACT NOW THOUGH!! BECAUSE PRE-ORDERS CLOSE AT THE END OF TODAY! http://patreon.com/PhichimettiZine
Mistral’s art is adorable, and here is a preview of my story which includes the cutest, fluffiest and most meddling wingmen of all time ;)
“After three days and no sign of any random fluffy visitors, Chris began to think that Phichit had merely been joking about the possibility. They were friendly when they passed in the hallway, a brief wave or even some small talk if they shared an elevator ride. Phichit was always sweet and his smile was so strikingly gorgeous Chris found himself wondering how such a perfectly lovely person could even be real. Hamster jokes aside, Chris found his little snippets of interaction with Phichit to be the most uplifting moments in his days.
In hindsight, his mistake had been letting his guard down.
Rolling over on his fourth morning in his new apartment, Chris stretched his arms above his head, blinking his way to consciousness. Movement under his sheet caught his attention, making Chris instantly tense up as he cautiously lifted the edge tucked over his chest.
A furry face greeted him, far too small to be his cat and far too round to be an ordinary mouse. Scrambling backwards on the bed, Chris smacked his head on his bed frame while the furry body continued to climb towards his face, leaving teeny nail marks on his bare chest.
“Phichit!” Chris yelled, cupping his hands around the hamster and flinging himself out of bed. Both of his hands occupied, Chris gave up on the idea of clothing and stormed toward his front door. A skillful bend of his leg brought his toes into position to twist the door knob. Letting his door hang open, Chris stumbled over the rough carpet of the hallway to kick at the bottom of Phichit’s door.
When his startled (yet so beautiful) neighbor answered, Chris shoved the hamster into his chest. “In my bed,” he gasped eloquently, flopping onto the door frame as if he had run ten miles instead of crossing ten feet of space in his underwear.
Underwear.”
