Can We Still Be Friends
The way Chahut holds you feels different. It isn't like the grand sweeping gesture she does when she's excited, where she picks you up, hugging you close to her body, spinning around and yelling in joy. Nor is it the one, where she quickly grabs you after sensing you were about to do something stupid, you squirming in her grasp, asking her to stop treating you like a wiggler, she would usually always reply with a "If you didn'T wanT me To TreaT you like a wiggler, you would Think Things Through before puTTing yourself in harms way. shorTcake." It's also not like the quiet peaceful ones, where you both will lie down on the shared loungeplank, Chahuts arms securely wrapped around you. the silence only being broken by random rambling, and Chahuts occasional purr.β¦