Chipmunk Cheeks Novels & Stories

I have a puffy cheek and it makes him smile right away, like a mischievous boy who’s going to make fun of me in a second, "What? I look fat again?" "Just in one cheek. It's cute, you look like a chipmunk, collecting nuts for the winter," he responds with a chuckle, "Are you okay, though? Did they extract a tooth? Will you survive this?" "I don’t know, maybe not. I hadn't gone to the dentist in over two years and apparently, I had a bunch of stuff going on," I admit in a groan, turning on my computer and grabbing my phone to inspect my face on the front camera. I look like shit, "Ugh."

Mu Zi then wanted to reach out and pinch his face to see just how thick his cheeks were, but she was worried about tearing the wound again. "Come over here." Mu Zi hooked her finger at him. Murong Cheng came closer. Mu Zi added, "Closer." Murong Cheng smiled and moved closer to her. Mu Zi bites on his face, then gently pooh-poohs twice: "Cheeky skin is thicker than a city wall, can't even bite it!" "Nonsense." Murong Cheng said, "That's because you didn't bite the right place." He said, shamelessly sent his lips over, opened his mouth to hook her tongue, and ate sweetly for a while.

The Vistolet snorted and dropped to one knee. - And what else is wrong? - it became easier to speak, he ran his tongue over his teeth and discovered greatly elongated fangs. - Can you touch your ears? - You have a pattern on your cheeks. And why is he? - Wow, look at the scales! - Do you have a tail? It seems to me that there should be. Vic looked around helplessly, looked at Kim, who flinched visibly. - Uh, well ..., - the guy spread his arms. - What can I say - you look different now.

She's just sweating, her cheeks have turned red, maybe the reason is alcohol. She places her jacket beside her, then turns to him, looking at him directly. She smiles sweetly and cups his face, pulling him closer. "Mr. Sweet baby, this worried look doesn't suit your handsome face," she pinches his cheeks, pulling them. "Wow! Look at your chubby cheeks! You look like a Mickey cartoon now! He-heh! Smile more, g-grinn!" My chubby cheeks? A Mickey cartoon? Lynn wonders whether he should laugh or cry at her.

Nate covered his mouth trying not to break down in laughter which he already did. "Beady little eyes," she said pleasantly, turning back to her screen. "Stores problems in his cheeks and hands them to other people for winter." "Oh my God..." "A menace to the ecosystem, actually. Total control freak. Someone should study him." "You cannot say that about..." Nate pressed a hand over his mouth, still laughing. "He is standing..." "Scientifically speaking, the chipmunk is known for its territorial behaviour and its tendency to—" "Ms. Mercer."

The chipmunk seemed to have no business outside, let alone communicating with him. I didn't growl at all. This, he said, with all seriousness. Did he growl at us? The gremlin frowned deeply between her brows and pouted. She crossed her arms across her chest and began tapping her foot petulantly. The answer is, "Yes, you were." Her frown deepened as she exhaled a puff. "As I was passing, I could hear you roar. Much like this: grrr!" This boy was just a bit too odd for Salvetti, and he didn't know whether to laugh at him or get him evaluated by a psychologist. Still, he couldn't help joking back to the chipmunk.