Mickey, ever the culinary adventurer, isn't about to miss out on sampling someone else's flesh and she returns the scritch favor with a series of nibbles and licks that maybe convey she's just being affectionate and not attempting to become a vampire mouse. Eddy lets out a soft exasperated sound at the whole display as his spoon shifts back to teal from lime green, because even it apparently knows that Mickey is the domineering personality in this relationship.
There's enough garbage on this pile to feed a mouse for a month, but there really is ice cream hidden somewhere under all of it, so it'll get gross before then. Maybe he can pawn the leftovers off on a freshman. Less because he's worried about his waist line, and more because, well, shrimp chips aren't the worst thing on this pile by far. "Yeah? How tight are the pants?" This is the first he's officially heard about his outfit, or that Chanel's picking it out. Guess he won't be attending in a NASA shirt after all.
Mickey & Also Eddy & Chanel
There's enough garbage on this pile to feed a mouse for a month, but there really is ice cream hidden somewhere under all of it, so it'll get gross before then. Maybe he can pawn the leftovers off on a freshman. Less because he's worried about his waist line, and more because, well, shrimp chips aren't the worst thing on this pile by far. "Yeah? How tight are the pants?" This is the first he's officially heard about his outfit, or that Chanel's picking it out. Guess he won't be attending in a NASA shirt after all.