<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He grinned and picked the faux-gymanst one up, carefully holding her upside down, and dropped her into his mouth, where he munched happily. "Mmmf," he mumbled. "G'd st'ff."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Whoa! Wheee!" called out the first pop tart as she was unceremoniously picked up and dropped. Her biscuit shell was warm and crunchy, and her filling... apple... was hot... very hot. It took a considerable amount of heavy bretahing and rolling the wodged up girl in his mouth to get it to a comfortable temperature.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He gulped and went to pick up another one, eating all four of them in quick succession, wiping crumbs off his lips and waiting for her to reappear again.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>OOC: A bit hasty! I was hoping to have one talk to you while half eaten.<br/><br/>the other three went down just as easily, and after a few seconds a naked, restored to normal shape, and fully sized Fiana reappeared, holding the ball. She shook her head for a moment. "Wha... that was great! I remember being eaten four times in sucession. You could have savoured me a bit though, I barely touched the sides."<br/><br/>Rug sashayed up, holding an armful of Fiana's clothes in it's upper tassles. "Okay... I guess it's time to get back. But we're going to be a bit conspicuous..."<br/><br/>Rug handed her the clothes, then stepped back and pirouetted surprisingly gracefully. As it did so, the warp and weft of it's stitching seemed to flow, and reform to match the colours of the wooden wall behind it. As it moved, the paterns in the stitching moved with it, giving a chameleon-like effect, not invisible, but hard to see. It wagged a barely visible tassle in a admmonishing gesture.<br/><br/>"I stand corrected... and nude." Fiana started to remedy the second of these.