Being held against his wife was far from an unpleasant way to spend the morning but doing it in his transformed state felt like an utter waste and the moment his hind legs touched the ground he turned himself back, grinning from ear to ear. The kitten was still clutched in Della’s arms, quite content in ways it had never been when around him, and that was probably a good thing even if it did leave him imagining future conflict with the little menace.

“I hope you like her? She’s already proving herself a troublesome tyke,” he said ruefully, reaching up to smooth his hair back into place, having found himself becoming ruffled in the scuffle.

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never ever changing this Soph set <3