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@curiouskinetic &&. said... Sniff. Sniff sniff.
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@curiouskinetic &&. said... Sniff. Sniff sniff.
can i help you?
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where are my royalties
maybe he will cut them off actually
@curiouskinetic replied to your post “"Dark souls? Heh, good thing I'm light on my...”:
"..... light... feet?"
"Mmmm hmm! Considering what I'm goin' against, makes for the perfect counterbalance, huh?"
Today was the day. The sun fixin to set, just a few hours now and it'd be getting dark. Once the light in the sky was gone, the Trade would happen, and the target of this little rendezvous would appear. But he still had some time until then. Before that, there was someone he had to get.
Boothill's spurs jingled as he made his way to an alley and used the little pass he was given, eyes closing as he was pulled from this reality and into a pretty little world. It didn't take long before he tracked down his adorably fluffy little lady.
"Hey there, Sugarplum."
"How's 'bout you n'I 'cause a lil' trouble?"
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he's trained himself to be comfortable with eye contact. to crush down the urge to fidget — to detach himself from the traitorous anxieties that make their home in his chest and clamor for attention. though the worries he holds are numerous, sunday is nothing if not accustomed to submerging them beneath a placid facade. and yet, even his act isn't entirely without flaws. his wings twitch, his gaze darts to and fro. there is a straightness to his shoulders that veers on the edge of uncomfortable, and his strides are just a touch too hasty. his fear is still very much present, bleeding through the cracks — though its symptoms are subtle at a glance.
❝ excuse me. ❞ the halovian punctuates his request for attention with a slight dip of the head. there isn't any particular reason why he's chosen to approach her, of all people; she simply appears the least preoccupied. ❝ may i have a moment of your time? it seems i've found myself separated from my companions, and i'm ... not very familiar with this place. ❞
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Coming back to Penacony was — a nightmare of its own. Nothing changed in the vast world of opulence and hedonism and quite frankly, Aventurine shouldn't have expected it to, though he was surprised to find the Golden Hour more bustling than it had been last time he was there. Every corner held a group, one more buzzed out of their mind than the other and the tinge of disgust that bubbled beneath his skin had to be shoved deep, deep back down before it drew itself onto his face. The flashing lights were as brilliant and artificial as always and the dream shone more brilliantly than before ; he had just gotten there and he already needed to take a break, subtle as it had to be and he stopped near one of the benches, somewhere a little less bright and shiny, though probably invading the quiet space of someone else in that corner. He eyed them curiously, his head tilting and lips pursing into that typical, practiced smile. ❛ Nice tail, ❜ he complimented. ❛ Dreams really do come true in Penacony, huh? ❜
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there are a litany of stray cats wont to follow his every move. the wanderer has long since given up on avoiding them — if he hides in the woods, they manifest from the bushes. if he lurks on a rooftop, they scale the building with dexterity only a feline could have. meowing, meowing, meowing for food and attention until even ren CRACKS beneath the pressure. it isn't so bad; he would certainly take their company over many of his peers — who look at him with amazement and adoration, as if every little thing he does is IMPRESSIVE somehow. ( it isn't a terrible feeling, but he would be lying if he said the attention wasn't a headache. ) by comparison, animals are simple creatures with simple wants.
he would never admit that he actually CARES about the strays — but he has perhaps taken the liberty of naming some. for convenience, of course; ren needs some way of telling them all apart. he can't say the orange one when there are no less than three matching such a vague description. his growing familiarity with the furry creatures also means when a new feline joins the group, it doesn't escape his NOTICE.
❝ ... sora. ❞ she's the first friendly face the wanderer has seen who he feels COMFORTABLE asking for assistance. there's a bundle tucked beneath his arm — a tiny ball of dark fur, too curled up to make out any distinguishing features beyond its sheer volume of FLUFF. ❝ you wouldn't happen to know anything about kittens, would you? ❞ for no reason in particular.
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Gives him a SOLID thumbs down
"Should've made that a liquid one instead."