The fact of my draconic life is this: if I'm not snacking, I'm either sleeping or got a bump on le head. That, and the between-bites chatting I do.

But, as stated previously in the last picture, mobility is nay but a pipe dream as a feral florpy butt. So, of course, snacking and blorping myself up is the only option remaining. The third option, however, requires a second party at least. Care to snuggle again?

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