Well, who is who?

"Baby, don't you like it?" It's not tasty? Cook something else? Louis couldn't resist. Too unusual was the sight of Kitsune, indifferently picking with a fork in a plate.

- No, what are you, everything is wonderful! she assured him, making no attempt, however, to move the breakfast from her plate to her mouth.

Lou was awakened by her screams. In the hour that she and Tom were sleeping after the pool, she had a nightmare.

- Maybe some tea? Do you want cupcake? Tom asked sympathetically.

Kit turned pale, swallowed, and quickly shook her head.

"Damn it... I'm going to throw up if I see another one."

“As you say,” Tommy answered hurriedly and looked at his brother in bewilderment. She did not say what she had dreamed, but the nightmare swept away all the peace that, as it seemed to him, had appeared in her after their tenderness.

- Kitten, talk to me ... to us. Do not be silent. Please,” Lu asked, covering her monotonously moving fork hand with his long fingers. She looked away, shrugging