Questing Log
#50 of Short Stories
A bit of roleplay on the way into the bedroom.
~ The fox slipped sheepishly into the doorway, his mind focused on how silly of a ranger costume he wore and giggled a bit at the whole notion of this fiction. His eyes laid upon the raccoon's druid costume, her scent reminding his body of just how real was her flesh. His own flesh acknowledged this realization, in the manner of display appropriate to a ranger's crotchless pants.
~ The 'druid' grinned widely, adjusting the glowing tips of her fingers until the illusury blue "!" above her head became a "?". "I see you have something for me, kind fox. Come, and receive your reward."