...And all was going well for Fade, until he got cheeky. He wanted to sniff Lazlow's foot and taunt him about the smell, but the residual fetish for musk in Fade's shared body (courtesy of the Tommy side) proved a deadly weakness. An oddly specific and comically effective weakness. At that moment, Fade's defenses dropped. His strength dwindled, his mind softened, and his teleportation magics nullified. A desperate and defensive Lazlow caught on quick, and flexed his thrall in a final attempt at forcing his way out of there. And it worked. Just enough to get him out of his own bonds, and Fade onto the table instead. Lazlow's a clever boy, and realized what it had to be pretty quickly. The bouts of "ugh, that smell" and "what's happening to me" may have clued him in too.

Rolling several socks over Fade's snoot, both from Lazlow's recent selection, and some pilfered from Boo, he ensured that the kitty was not going anywhere. Now things were going according to plan. Yes, he did in fact mean Fade belonged on that table. And if a few nimble toes on his ribs was all it took to get him mewling, then it would be a fun little session. Fun, with a vengeance.



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