"Good." Frey purrs, and suddenly that strange butterfly tongue is curling against Sunjata's ear before sneaking forward to retrieve the last peach from the basket. "Because if you two can't manage this on your own, I'll be forced to fit you two into this:" A comical image of Sunjata and Phoebe stuffed together into a single sweater dances on the rainbow rocks. Neither the Flood nor the Nightengale looks particularly pleased, but in the background, a cartoon Frey is cackling merrily.
With the peach returned to their mouth, Frey presses a warm butterfly kiss against Sunjata's cheek. "Try and enjoy the fruits of your labour, mmm?" They suggest, before vanishing in a warm rush of sea air and feathers.
~FIN
With the peach returned to their mouth, Frey presses a warm butterfly kiss against Sunjata's cheek. "Try and enjoy the fruits of your labour, mmm?" They suggest, before vanishing in a warm rush of sea air and feathers.
~FIN
