(jinx was in a middle of a dream. a dream where she was wandering around a city but filled with sweets. the buildings, plant life, and even the people were made out of all sorts of bakery or sweet-like goods. and in this dream, she was on her way to take a bite out of a policeman's forearm until she was being shook.)
(groaning, she rolls her shoulder in an attempt to bat the hand away and nuzzles more into herself.)
Good. Maybe it's belly will be warm with its acids.
(she mutters this as she attempts to go back to the dream he pulled her out of.)
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(groaning, she rolls her shoulder in an attempt to bat the hand away and nuzzles more into herself.)
Good. Maybe it's belly will be warm with its acids.
(she mutters this as she attempts to go back to the dream he pulled her out of.)