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Drink It All In

Between sips of the orange, fizzy beverage in his hand, low tide gently lapping at his feet, Edmund asked curiously, “Wow. This is good. Where’d ya find it?”

His partner replied, walking up to him on the shoreline with the straw of his own drink hovering near his face, “There was a juice stand right behind the place with the kraken calamari. I almost missed it.”

“That was a juice stand? Damn, ya got a good eye.” With the corners of his mouth forming in a grin, Edmund looked out toward the horizon. “A good eye for a good drink and a good view.”

“A good view in more ways than one.” The words came out of Mortimer’s mouth before he has even realized what he was saying. He could almost feel the insides of his long rabbit ears turning red.

The tigerkin let out a good-natured laugh. “Oh Morty. Yer shameless.” Now that they were close enough together, he wrapped an arm around his handsome bunbun. And just like that, as the fur brushed together, the rabbitkin cooled down. “But not as shameless as me.”

Standing together with his favorite big cat, wrapping his own arm around his impressive waist. Mortimer decided to just let out the first thing that came to mind. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Edmund and Morty must have been dominating my mind even into August of 2024, because so much of my writing from that summer was dedicated to those two. That holds true even for this piece from Marsel-Defender.

If I had to guess, I’d say part of that had to do with the fact that this is roughly when I began this archive project. Much of the time I’d otherwise dedicate to writing fiction was instead going to this new website, and that meant bigger writing projects have been on the backburner for quite some time.

I look forward to getting back to the grindstone before long.