What's it like belonging to Corina as her soft, heavy, doughy feet that thump heavily against the floor with every step, while owning a tiny Mau who's barely the size of lint or a crumb, movable via sweat should you want her under a different part of your owner's foot - or even body?
...Is what I would ask if I knew you were her fee- thump
You have to understand. Am very, very, BVERY normal about being part of Corina.
Very normal.
Like, I totally do not spend occasionally hours imaging being part of her and carrying her weight with every step as she goes about her day or as she practices with the band.
I don't think about you being utterly lost on me, baked in heat and musk while drowning in sweat between my toes, where you've been lost for the last several years to the point that people have started to forgetting you.
And I certainly don't fantasize about enjoying your various escape attempts be thwarted by my idle twitches and droplets of sweat, slowly breaking your will until you go from considering yourself a person to literally thinking you are just a piece of Lint.
Nope,theseareabsolutelynotmyfrequentthoughtsandthingsthatIwanttoeventuallythrowmoneyatyoutowrite.