NOAH
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
Her fingers felt as nice running through his thick, soft, amber fur as they did his thick, blond hair. He contemplated when he would shift back to his human form, to scare her. He wondered if she would squeal, or if she would strike him with one of the thick books in her pile, or both. Would she be mad? Would she think it was funny? He knew his brother would have thought it was hilarious. He missed Ezekiel, suddenly, as he thought of how the younger Olson would have tipped his head back and laughed if he were in Delphine's seat and Noah had surprised him with such a thing.
However, as the woman continued talking, pouring out things she thought and felt, Noah could not bring himself to shift. He looked up to her with soft, blue eyes. The purr continued and he inched closer, again, moving to lay on his side and kick his legs out from beneath him. His spine pressed up against her calf, and he turned his head to lay it on her leg. He didn't even think that this might make her feel a little uneasy, because she didn't know who he was. He lifted his head to look over his shoulder at her, eyes asking for permission for what he was doing.
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
Just listen to the noises
