[foxes.]

*Happy late Valentine's!*

I feed you some steak and Dr. Pepper (just a little)

[foxes.]

I feed you some plump mouse and then take you outside, where you try to fly. You begin to hop around and flap your wings, but eventually you manage a couple inches, then fall back down. "Great job Twi!" I praise.

[foxes.]

*I feed you, apologizing for my absentness. I was sorting out trades and RP's, and well..*

[foxes.]

*feeds*