The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Skittish

Jul
05

The beanie had never been decorative. It kept people from bothering him, just as the loose sweatshirt served its own purposes to hide some of Yata’s less common features. He’d never liked leaving his tail out in public where anyone could grab it and pull and he’d only ever let one person give him scritches behind his ears, and that was a long time ago.

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