Irene had been some sort of skinny little weasel thing for a whole week, now. And while most of it quite agreed with her -- the intrinsic sneakiness and how easily she could hide -- other parts were growing more tiresome. A lack of thumbs, for example.
But being thwarted by Amaya all week had only proven to be a delightful sort of challenge. A game, really! And this morning had proven no different, since it wasn't as though it was hard to tell when Amaya had drifted off and could no longer foil Irene's attempts to secret her ermine-y self into the bedroom.
It was equal parts general rodent-y, burrowing nature and Irene's natural inclination to fight her way into Amaya's bed at work, for the record.
And this would have all probably played out much as the last week had, if Irene had stayed a soft, snowy-white little weasel thing. But instead, cuddled up beside Amaya in bed, was a very naked woman, curled up and also fast asleep.
Still fairly weasel-like, though. No helping that.
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But being thwarted by Amaya all week had only proven to be a delightful sort of challenge. A game, really! And this morning had proven no different, since it wasn't as though it was hard to tell when Amaya had drifted off and could no longer foil Irene's attempts to secret her ermine-y self into the bedroom.
It was equal parts general rodent-y, burrowing nature and Irene's natural inclination to fight her way into Amaya's bed at work, for the record.
And this would have all probably played out much as the last week had, if Irene had stayed a soft, snowy-white little weasel thing. But instead, cuddled up beside Amaya in bed, was a very naked woman, curled up and also fast asleep.
Still fairly weasel-like, though. No helping that.