I'm not going to finish that sentence... Suffice it to say, the cuteness of sleeping on your head, peeking out at you from under a blanket and sleeping with your toys is clearly a defense mechanism. Gato is lucky it's working. So far. I think the thought bubble over Gaia's head says "what the hell is wrong with you - weirdo?!" Or it should.
Your days are numbered my friend... I think Gaia is plotting your demise...
Your days are numbered my friend... I think Gaia is plotting your demise...
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The boy is getting so big. (They grow up so fast, don't they? *sniff sniff*)
~breezy~
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