And Roy, in Hayate’s body, very content to hop up on Riza’s bed and just snuggle in really close to her and go to sleep.
And Riza thinks to reprimand him but then realizes that she doesn’t have a proper bed for Hayate because he only sleeps on her bed and since Hayate in Roy’s body was told to sleep on the couch, he has nowhere else to go. Plus she would miss the feeling of her little fuzzball puppy snuggling next to her.
Jaren had lost count of the number of drinks he and the Mirialan woman had consumed together. The conversation had gone all over the place from ridiculous flirts to philosophy to the damn weather. She was currently explaining some odd concept and he snorted a laugh into his drink.
“Ohhhh, it’s a metaphor,” he chuckled, cupping his chin with one hand.
“No, fuzzball,” she laughed. “It’s a simile!”
“Bah,” he muttered, waving with his free hand. “What’s the difference?”
“Well…” she began, launching into the explanation.
Jaren chuckled again, sipping his drink and listening. He was too drunk to follow half of it, but she was animated and it was interesting. It certainly beat drinking alone.
In the AU of my main story where Bill and Dipper decide to have a kid, Bill basically uses magic and a lock of Dipper’s hair to magically spawn a kid out of thin air. Because Bill is a god, and Dipper, as half his soul, has a corresponding demigod form (And Mabel has an identical form to Dipper considering twins share a soul) Mina also has a god form. In the end she will resemble Bill more than owl-faced Alcor, but as of right now she’s a weird lil puppy/echidna hybrid.
apreciation post for http://clawshawt.tumblr.com/ cause shes just the sweetest little fuzzball ever~ and shes totaly awsome at making my ideas into adoreble little drawings like theese~ <3 gosh i cant say how mych i love all the effort she puts in to these~<3
This is Schnickelfritz (sometimes called Schnickle Pickle). She showed up in my garage a few months ago as a tiny kitten and now she’s a huge fuzzball that chirp purrs when she first sees you. Don’t be fooled by that face, though. She’s thinking about how fun it would be to attack your toes when you’re not looking.
Got home late and first thing I did was take photos of this scardy kitty. This is Fuzzy Fuzzball. He has heterochromia iridis (blue and yellow eye) and he’s the only baby to survivor mama Dango (who was once hit by a car and her jaw was shattered). Fuzzy’s about 3 months old now and he just started to warm up to humans. He’s still smol and can still sit on my palm and he’s very terrified of my phone…
“mom I am sleeping!! No pictures!!!”
Meet Fuzzball she is my wonderful kitty one of 9! I saved her as a tiny kitten when she was stuck under a fence! She is my baby and a few days ago I found her on the back part of our kitchen bench fast asleep!!!! Enjoy my silly kitty!!