String Caught in a Cat's Claws

Chapter 7

Angie turned her head, seeing the two of you snuggled into each other and fast asleep. The only noises that remained were the two of you snoring. Donna surely would be enjoying her days with you, but of course that was because she wouldn't be surrounded by dolls all day now. She would have someone to connect with. Angie was proud of Donna, but also worried. She gently touched Donna's hand, knowing she was in too deep of a sleep to wake up. "Slow down, they're not leaving you any time soon." Angie whispered, giving a worried sigh. "Give your relationship one step at a time."

Angie laid down on the floor, going dormant until Donna woke up. There were a list of commissions from other villages and Angie watched with interest as Donna got started. Dolls, dresses, restorations. It was a busy day and you had went along as though nothing had happened the night before. The manor was relatively quiet except for the sound of Donna's work.

Angie climbed up onto a chair, looking at a doll that needed to be repaired. It was an adorable little mouse, just sad that the bell on the tail was busted. Angie watched with increased interest as Donna replaced the damaged bell with a new one. Angie looked up, then spoke up. "Soooo, how was your night? You two were awfully loud." She began. Donna looked up from her tea, eye wide. "That is none of your business!" Donna hissed, blushing. "It is my business! You're my handler! You had a night of passion and it was loud!" Angie hissed back quietly. Donna gave a soft huff of anger. "It was great. (Y/N) seemed to have enjoyed it, and I want to stop talking about it. It was a hasty action on my part in part of jealousy, lust, and a territorial dispute." Donna growled, finishing the doll. Angie caught Donna's gaze, dread filling her gaze as she realized what Angie figured out.

"Sounds to me like you do like (Y/N), you just think you don't deserve them."