-Crawls out from under a rock- I'm not dead, honest... I figured it was about time I did another one of these, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: Do I look like Andrew Lloyd Webber or TS Eliot?
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Gotta find Straps, gotta find Straps… was the single coherent thought running repeatedly through Tugger's head as he ran for his brother's den. Gotta tell him what Jemima's up to…
As he approached, he slowed slightly; if he wasn't mistaken, he had just heard a decidedly feminine giggle followed by a playful growl.
Not them too…he thought.
Walking right up to the entrance to hear properly, he heard what sounded like two cats rolling about, both laughing softly.
"Have I ever told you how good you look when you're all hot and bothered?" the female voice asked.
Tugger didn't wait to hear anymore, he just ran as fast as he could, knocking a box over in his haste.
"What was that?" Munkustrap asked, sitting up.
"Who cares?" Demeter said as she pulled Munkustrap back down.
And with that, they resumed their tickling match.
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Poor Tugger. I think Misto's got competition in the cruelty-from-me stakes...