"Something on your mind?" Khaki sat beside the smaller molly with a clumsy lean against his rump, as if he sat faster than he anticipated. His flat expression broke for a moment, the fur around his eyes crinkling in the briefest amusement before settling back onto Pixie. The sting of want in his belly had grown dull, a sensation that sadly no longer kicked him into panic. It's persistence was no longer agonizing but present as any other function like breathing.
Inhale, hungry. Exhale, hungry. Blink, hungry.
Much of his efforts saw to Pixie's maw, anyhow. Occasionally he would steal a bit before his offer, but nothing greedy. Just enough to survive, as anyone else was.
"Doesn't look great, does it."
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𓄋 colony cat
𓄋 father to pixie
𓄋 staunchly stoic