ᴛᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴏᴋ 🍃

-- visible with each energizing sip of his coffee. Eugh. How he missed the café back home... 💧

"You certainly seem well-fed! Despite the fatigue, you look good. You crossed my mind while I was away quite often, so...

I'm relieved to see you 'still kicking', as the youth say! Ho, ho!"

-- comfort of his overly tight, creaking leather office chair. Ah. It seems the squirrel wasn't the only one who plumped up a fair bit during the winter, hm?

Even his shirt didn't quite fit right; a bit of belly and fluff so lusciously poking out the bottom of his dress shirt, --

It was rather cute, witnessing Marshal attempt to stomach the notoriously strong brew Tom was fond of. Yes, yes-- he usually diluted it with enough milk to lessen the brutality, but alas...

"I must say, it is quite nice to see you again, Marshal..."
A sip of his own, humming to himself in the --

-- drink to perfection, before placing it upon his desk, for Marshal to claim at his leisure.

"If you'd like more, you need only ask! Just try and take it easy, my friend. . ."

-- whilst careful to collect a tiny cup of pre-packaged cream and a packet of sugar from his desk of treasures...

"Here we are! Goodness, you *do* look rather grim. Please, have a seat! I'm nearly finished." as he spoke, his oversized bushy tail twacked the drawer closed, stirring the piping-hot -

Skilled, coffee-colored paws silently grasped the nearby drip machine noisily whirring at his desk, fiddling with his drawer once, twice, THRICE, until finally, he'd slid the darn thing open!

. . . Absentmindedly humming, pouring the freshly-brewed extra-strong brew into a Styrofoam cup, --

I know the feeling all too well! Yes, yes - mere days ago, I was abroad for the winter, yet alas... back to work!

. . . Could I interest you in coffee? You're welcome to relax in my office as long as you need until you're feeling good and rejuvenated! ✨️

. . . What a chilly response! 💧

Dearest Marshal, whatever could be plaguing your mind, hmm?

. . . No comment-.

Ah. Definitely not the raccoon musk.

"You flirt. . ."
The 'nuki fiddled with his bright red, neatly-ironed tie, smiling fondly over at the overwhelmingly charismatic and suave raccoon. Ahh, how he missed this...

"I certainly missed you, too—Yes, yes! There's a certain air to you that's rather quaint..."

Nook's half-lidded eyes seemed perplexed! Blue deer...

Ah!
"My, my! Bam? Quite the looker, hm? Awfully athletic, too. Yes—I'm afraid I once requested he 'show me the ropes', so to speak, and I ended the day sore, belligerent and horrified of gym equipment for a week...

Good for you!"

"Ah, if it isn't Tennessee! ✨️

It's been too long! Such a lovely little break that was, hm? I certainly needed that vacation—Yes, yes!

. . . What did I miss? You've been staying out of trouble, yes?"

Yes, yes!

Alas?

Regulations.

. . . Still, doesn't stop 'em from airing them out every so often-.

Balls out-.

What, it's comfy!

"HO, HO, H--ACK!

A-Apologies! Too many milk and cookies, aha.
(M-My stomach... 💧)"

"Toy Day preparations: complete!"

( Haaah. . .
At last, I can relax. . . 💧 )

"Next time you're being a pervert in public, I'm fining you 36,000 bells-."

"This is ridiculous.

You're ridiculous."

Glare.

"You've slept with me DOZENS of times. I've sat on your face more times than I can count!
Wouldn't you notice fleas by now, 'Tenn?" 💢

"N-No! 💧

. . . My underwear is just a bit tight around my 'unmentionables', if you MUST know!"

Scratching his bulge-.

As if Tom can resist his favorite toy's throbbing excitement for much longer. . .

"Handmade gifts certainly carry more sentimental value!

. . . If you've a knack for it, I'd be honored to commission them myself, for the store! As nice as a store MAY seem on paper, that personal touch is difficult to come by! Yes, yes!"

Well, since it's going on hour four of having Oran worship his sweat-glistening, steam-billowing nuts beneath his desk. . .

How about they get started on that 'ride', hm?

Oh, ho-ho! Doesn't he know it?

Oran's his favorite seat in the office! It's only right he attend to his needs, too, hm?

🍃: Zoning out mid-shift, drooling at the thought of someone like Bob coming in, slapping it on his desk, and making him worship it.

. . . Then getting visited by a sweet young woman inquiring about his services, and getting all bashful and fidgety. 💚

"Secret Santa certainly seems popular this year!

(I still need to figure out what to get for MY lovely recipient - surely I can find a never-before-sold item from the back of the store, somewhere. . .)"

Think the poor Yoshi can withstand all that ass fully enveloping those hips? 💚