[She nods, a small smile tugging on her face as she looks at the other clothes, PJs and cloth diapers on display. All varying themes, some reflecting popular kids cartoons (she assumes), the plain ones she was initially thinking of…
No matter how the kid turns out, wolf or rabbit or an obvious unmistakable mix of both, it makes the most sense to be unashamed in choosing things that best represent the two of them.] … and when they’re older and they start liking their own things, they’ll be able choose what they want.
But for now, we can get things we both like. It’ll be fun.
[It’s funny in a way, where they as animals and as people are so completely different, yet they work well in that way in where their interests intersect. It’s how she wants to keep living.
And with him still down at her level, his large hand on the small of her back (taking up...all of her back, honestly) she looks him directly in the eye, again taking advantage of the fact he's at her level to rest her hand at his cheek, kissing the side of his muzzle regardless of onlookers.
If anything, it'll embarrass the others into finally minding their own business.]
It's hard for me to navigate too; I'm happy you're here. [And letting her hand fall from his face, she happily clasps her hands in front of her, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.] So, for the less fun part...we should probably do cloth diapers.
[The fact that it'll save them money goes unsaid. Because that's another not-fun thing to think about]
But! I think we should look at a stuffed toy. It'll be nice to have one around as a reminder. All my toys when I was a baby were hand-me-downs of my older sister's.
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No matter how the kid turns out, wolf or rabbit or an obvious unmistakable mix of both, it makes the most sense to be unashamed in choosing things that best represent the two of them.] … and when they’re older and they start liking their own things, they’ll be able choose what they want.
But for now, we can get things we both like. It’ll be fun.
[It’s funny in a way, where they as animals and as people are so completely different, yet they work well in that way in where their interests intersect. It’s how she wants to keep living.
And with him still down at her level, his large hand on the small of her back (taking up...all of her back, honestly) she looks him directly in the eye, again taking advantage of the fact he's at her level to rest her hand at his cheek, kissing the side of his muzzle regardless of onlookers.
If anything, it'll embarrass the others into finally minding their own business.]
It's hard for me to navigate too; I'm happy you're here. [And letting her hand fall from his face, she happily clasps her hands in front of her, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.] So, for the less fun part...we should probably do cloth diapers.
[The fact that it'll save them money goes unsaid. Because that's another not-fun thing to think about]
But! I think we should look at a stuffed toy. It'll be nice to have one around as a reminder. All my toys when I was a baby were hand-me-downs of my older sister's.