purrs loudly / the suggestion of a smile. tail raised in happiness. you curl around its leg, a hello. / from felicette for trico or dogmeat
Dogmeat’s ears pricked forward at the faint shimmer of movement ahead, tail wagging so rapidly it thumped against the cracked concrete. His nose twitched violently, sniffing the air with urgent curiosity, while his paws scraped lightly against the debris-strewn ground.
The spectral cat shimmered as it curled around his limbs, fur like mist curling in iridescent waves, and Dogmeat’s head tilted to the side, tail forming a slow, questioning wag. He crouched slightly, body low to the ground, then sprang forward in small, careful hops, circling the apparition as if testing whether it could be chased—or whether it would chase back.
Dogmeat’s ears flattened for a heartbeat, then sprang back up, and he bounded after Felicette with gleeful abandon, tongue lolling, large paws kicking up dust.
Each time the cat vanished and reappeared, he spun in tight circles, nose twitching, tail wagging like a metronome of pure excitement, crouching and leaping, bowing to the air, until his joy overflowed into small, impatient barks of delight, asking the spectral friend to play again and again.
unprompted asks [always accepting] - @0euvr
