[ she makes a horrible noise, but she's just delighted. he likes it; hooray! using her tentacles she scoops him up against, so she can set him down on solid ground, but he doesn't get more than a second to himself, because she's gathering him up in a hug. looks skyward at intensity and hisses. ]
[ going to waddle with king toward a bench and make a honest(ly pathetic) attempt to hide under it. can't swoop down if she's under a bench, intensity. checkmate. ]
Re: Day 222, evening
[ going to waddle with king toward a bench and make a honest(ly pathetic) attempt to hide under it. can't swoop down if she's under a bench, intensity. checkmate. ]