He didn't have too much time to retort, not promptly anyways. Her paws hit his back before he realized yeah, she was
actually going to step on him. Like a dog toy, Chan lost all of his air in one big noisy
whoosh. As soon as he had his breath back, he went to turn, expecting that she had simply intended on using him to climb up.
Nope. Flair's weight didn't leave, and he got himself stuck awkwardly somewhere between his side and stomach.
"That's what I'm tryin' t'do," he grunted, but not without humor in his voice.
He shifted some more, torn between attempting to shove her off and finally conceding, and at last settled on the latter. She was warmer than the sun had been anyways.
"Yer... crushing..." he stretched out his legs once more, flattening fully onto his stomach again while speaking as though struggling for air. The end of the sentence was lost in another death sigh. It was comfortable enough.
(This post was last modified: Aug 30, 2021, 11:53 PM by Chan.)