#and the break/different work is essentially juuuust enough for her to hold on

[rokachan]

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Roka stopped by the Meow for a few drinks on her way home, greeted by a very drunk Myra. By the time the auri had her couple piestebites and was ready to leave, Myra had a different plan.

Drunk Myra was affectionate, and Roka had found herself snared in an aggressive cuddle. She wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing that the catte had decided she was essentially harmless, and given that the Seeker probably could break Roka in half if she tried, Roka decided it best to just go with the flow. It didn’t seem like Myra was after a swiv, oddly, and Roka -was- a glutton for affection. Surely it couldn’t hurt to indulge in a little cuddling, right?

More Drunk Myra plans unfolded. Myra outweighed her, and the big Seeker had hauled the Raen down and pinned her under the muscled mass of catte to rub on and rumble throaty purrs. Eventually Myra fell asleep, head pillowed on Roka’s not particularly meaty thigh, arms and legs wrapped around her victim, and ultimately no escape until she woke or rolled over.

At first she wasn’t sure what to do. She waited. And waited. And waited.

Myra snored loudly.

Roka got bored.

She wormed a hand into her pockets and fished out three small bottles, lining them up in front of her and shifting herself juuuust enough to manage access to Myra’s right hand. Her thumb got a white coat. Her middle a black. The rest saw a dark pink base. Myra stirred enough to freeze the Raen, but snoring resumed loud enough to rattle her horns, and back to work she went. Carefully she tipped her claw in paint and drew. Black stars and a pink cat outlined on the thumb. Black diamonds peppered the pink beneath a white skull on her index. White streaks marred the black base of her middle in a gritty splatter before a pink heart was added over top.

Roka was having fun.

A black and white star were whipped out on Myra’s ring finger, and finally her pinky saw a white lip print scribbled near the tip. Trilling as she admired her work, Myra was accidentally roused. Even drunk she was well aware her fingers felt -WRONG- and as she released her hold on Roka to examine, the Raen hastily grabbed her bottles and bolted with either hopes Myra would like it, be amused, or be too off-kilter from the alcohol to manage to regain her feet and give chase quickly enough.

She’d make some extra spicy meatpies in apology.

And leave them on the counter when Myra wasn’t around.

At least until she was sure she wasn’t in for a mauling.