l-let me pet the cat !
HE IS WINTER’S FIRST THAW, the first burst of flowers — a sprig of thyme budding in absence of transgression. call it bruise, call it beginning, but she can’t recall a time when his eyes were so unhaunted. ❛ of course you can ! he’s a little grumpy since he just woke up but he’s very friendly, you know. ❜ a gentle nudge of her cat sends it pitter - pattering, soft - pawed ( perhaps a little begrudgingly ), in shōto’s direction. ❛ his name is steve and he’s a very good boy. ♡ ❜












