as she sit at her desk, she frantically writes and draws. She smirks as she continue

Craftycorn: “dogday wrapped him arms around me, his paws holding my back. He looks down, red cheeks and struggling, he leans closer. I smell his vanilla scent as we get closer till our lips touch”

she closes the book and hugs the dogday plush she made of him before sneaking out to dogdays room to see his sleeping body in his bed

Craftycorn: oh this is perfect, this is your chance, touch his cheek, feel him soft cloud like fur

she gets closer and touches his fur, she strokes his cheek and over his neck