I don’t really take either off.” She flicked her tail, the ringlet around the base catching the light. She snorted, pushing the circular piece back where she stole it from. I had to guess the size, so it’s nice for it not to choke you out or ruin your fur or something.” He chuckled, cracking his thumb before retrieving the blade. Harrow looked at him passively, laying the ring down to run a claw along the accessory he had gifted her in the winter.

“Oh, speaking of.” He laid his knife down to stretch out his hand, his knuckles popping in the process. “Looks like my choker, but tiny,” she commented with mild interest. She reached out to pluck one he had yet to engrave and turned it over in her claws as she inspected it. “Then I can’t either,” he replied smugly, though he was thankful the societal differences made his work harder to place. She rolled her eyes as one arm flopped down. “What are you? You’ve been doing something in secret for a few weeks now.” He glanced over at her, smirking as he continued. With two small thuds, her elbows popped onto the table, her paws cupping her cheeks as she idly watched him carve designs into his project. Her chest pressed into the edge of the desk, a change in posture needed to fix the awkward pressure due to the height of the chair being set for his proportions. She did, dragging over a spare stool and leaning on the table.

He nodded, going back to his task while gesturing for her to take a seat wherever. Joseph stretched in his chair as he glanced over his shoulder to check who had entered, raising his brows slightly to see Harrow look at him with a request for permission to enter on her face. He inspected the piece he was working on quickly, exhaling in a shot of relief when nothing seemed to be damaged in any way. The knife slipped when the door to his room opened, though by now he had gotten into the habit of applying the pressure away from him to save the occasional pricks and cuts. Thanks to u/KieveKRS and u/Anakist for helping me with QC!

Damaged by H.M. Ward