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“Mina,” a voice hissed. Mina was vaguely aware of the voice, but she was sooo comfortable. Her ears, draped over her, made a soft makeshift blanket, and she half-consciously tucked them closer around herself. The soft murmur of TV noise penetrated her sleepy consciousness in the wake of the voice, but she felt too warm and heavy to respond until it spoke a second time, wheedling. ...

The kitchen floor was hardly the most comfortable place to sleep, but as Madeira looked down at Mauritius, she suspected she was just going to have to leave him there. She was perfectly capable of hauling his weight, but she wasn't sure about those long limbs. It did seem kind of shitty to just leave him there, especially after he'd had such a good time out at Mochi Moon celebrations, so, she considered her options. She just didn't want him to wake up aching from sleeping on the floor....