[ she will at the very least wait patiently for this water offering. oh, max. look at what a good boy he is. who is the good boy? it is you, with your scrunched, wrinkly face that she could just squeeze if dogs could pet dogs. in the meantime, amaterasu regards the drowsy bulldog with a waving tail. and, since she does like to pamper other animals . . .
somewhere where he rests, a little package of delicious grub. don't tell your boy that it's technically "people food"! once water is given, amaterasu slurps down every bit of cool refreshment until she's satisfied. she gives a regarding glance at the young man who offered (thank you!), and— off she goes, slithering herself right through the door leading out to the greenhouse. the chickens possibly startle as she dashes, but none are harmed (or hunted)! ]
no subject
somewhere where he rests, a little package of delicious grub. don't tell your boy that it's technically "people food"! once water is given, amaterasu slurps down every bit of cool refreshment until she's satisfied. she gives a regarding glance at the young man who offered (thank you!), and— off she goes, slithering herself right through the door leading out to the greenhouse. the chickens possibly startle as she dashes, but none are harmed (or hunted)! ]