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Daily Journal 13
2 years ago
(the second part to my story, I wish I could type some of it while I'm home from work, but I am busy with video game)
The little mouse took it in stride, and was always a sweetheart, the two made a good pair. “So are we going with green then?” Asked the rat. Cecilia nodded her head up and down rapidly. “Alright you sit tight and relax while I get it ready.” Diana made a gesture to a couple of other attendants before going to get supplies. A weasel and a squirrel approached Cecilia from behind her chair. The squirrel padded around up in front of her and leaned in. “Let’s touch up that pretty little face.” She said and took a fine comb in one paw and a small bristle brush in the other. Cecilia closed her eyes and felt the squirrel use her tools to groom the fine white fur on her face. The brush glided over the left side of her muzzle up to her cheek, carrying with it strands of shed fur. For every stroke of the brush came the comb behind it, the teeth coursing through white fuzz, aligning the individual hairs and fluffing it up. Cecilia heard a smooth noise of paws on fur, the fox had his fingers curled and was applying light pressure on the mouse’s scalp. He used the tips of his claws to massage the thin skin and muscle as gingerly as he could. The sensation lulled the mouse into deep relaxation, bordering on torpor. The continuous grooming of her fur kept her from going under, the squirrel had moved to the right side of her face. The comb followed the brush soon left every hair on her head silky smooth and white as snow.
The little mouse took it in stride, and was always a sweetheart, the two made a good pair. “So are we going with green then?” Asked the rat. Cecilia nodded her head up and down rapidly. “Alright you sit tight and relax while I get it ready.” Diana made a gesture to a couple of other attendants before going to get supplies. A weasel and a squirrel approached Cecilia from behind her chair. The squirrel padded around up in front of her and leaned in. “Let’s touch up that pretty little face.” She said and took a fine comb in one paw and a small bristle brush in the other. Cecilia closed her eyes and felt the squirrel use her tools to groom the fine white fur on her face. The brush glided over the left side of her muzzle up to her cheek, carrying with it strands of shed fur. For every stroke of the brush came the comb behind it, the teeth coursing through white fuzz, aligning the individual hairs and fluffing it up. Cecilia heard a smooth noise of paws on fur, the fox had his fingers curled and was applying light pressure on the mouse’s scalp. He used the tips of his claws to massage the thin skin and muscle as gingerly as he could. The sensation lulled the mouse into deep relaxation, bordering on torpor. The continuous grooming of her fur kept her from going under, the squirrel had moved to the right side of her face. The comb followed the brush soon left every hair on her head silky smooth and white as snow.
