Can you see through my eyes? [p; Junebby]

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    {ooc; private love affairs <3}


    For sometime Flick had known about his feelings. They were confusing and new, both wonderful and disturbing. He felt like a child, feeling giddy whenever he was around her. Acting like a fool, tripping over his words. The tuxedo had never gotten the chance to have the boyish feelings, his life had always been full of bloodshed and the 'lesser beings' he'd grown to like. And with June, grown to love.


    But the 18 moon-old cat was still deciding what to do with these emotions. They were never there before. The only love he'd ever felt was with his elder brother, who he'd been forced to murder. His mother was killed and his father was a demon himself. But one thing had left influence, the shanghai's disgust for females. The final concept came down on him. June didn't feel that way, right? If she did, what would his reaction be anyways.


    And above all, his reputation. The former officer had always been cold. No one would've predicted that the Wench could melt his heart.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][color=black][size=8]June had known about her friend, Flick's infatuation with her for a long while now. But she refused to openly acknowledge it, terrified of getting the shanghai in trouble or being rejected by her best male friend. Yes... The solid black she-cat was scared and felt things, but refused to let anything on against her monotonic personality. After how well she'd held up, June refused to show any emotions. They felt so impairing her her, and that was never a good thing for the black cat. Her trauma had always come from someone tapping into her thoughts and emotions, and the Wench refused to be made fun of again.

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    Glancing up, the black solid noticed the femme he was falling for. There was a light that would show in his usually stern yellow eyes, but otherwise, he kept still. "Greetings June." It was a formal greeting, and almost made for awkward situations. Having all of these emotions thrown at him, any conversation; especially with her, would be disturbing for him. Flick wasn't ready for the rush. And he was afraid to let it flow through him.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][color=black][size=8]"Oh, hello there Flick, how are you on this particular day?" June murmured, trekking up to her male friend. The black she-cat sat next to him, her one useful amber eye watching him carefully. Recently, she'd been made to be quite unhappy by that HighMoon chick who had joined. June couldn't believe that Voltaire had let such a rude she-cat join The Skulls of all places. The nerve of that bitch...

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    [ooc; omg. Flick should hang out with Gamee to see if June'll get jealous.]


    Unlike his secret lover, the tom enjoyed the wolf's company. She was about the second female he truly knew, and really know how to have fun. Gamee was high mostly, but brutal and a killer. Though he didn't have as many feelings with her as he did with June, Flick enjoyed her company with eager.


    The black solid was more stern than others. She was feisty and could harm, but it wasn't an urge like it was with the tom. The drugged-up female shared several aspects with the shanghai that June did not. "Fine."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][color=black][size=8]June gritted her teeth in irritation, such a simple answer to her well worded question really pissed her off. Normally, the shanghai would at least say more than one word, unless he didn't really care about her. Was... Was he seeing someone else? Even if they weren't mates or dating, thus scared June. She didn't want to be rejected and turned away for almost the thousandth time in her entire life.

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    To be honest, his one word was all he could muster. The female's fur was so close to his, the tom could barely manage to keep himself from blushed; and that was without talking.


    Standing stiffly, the tuxedo got to his feet and turned away as he felt his cheeks flush. The shanghai pretended to be interested in some sort of plant. "Urm, you?"


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