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    [sub]Melbourne was sitting on the fringes of the island, staring up at the night sky. He was totally still silent, the only things moving being his flanks, rising steadily with each breath, and his eyes, which blinked occasionally. It was a beautiful evening - there was still a tinge of red in the sky, and the stars were only just peeping out. There was a light wind, and small, just barely white-capped ruffles were stroking the ocean's surface.


    He couldn't make himself be cheery about it, though. He felt strangely...disconnected, like a jigsaw puzzle that with a couple of pieces gone. Like something was missing.

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    the crimson evening was indeed beautiful; it reminded peachmoon of her ex-boyfriend. who also died. wow.
    nevertheless, the petite vixen was out and about during these hours. after all, it was normally assumed that she never got any sleep as you'd see her at literally any time of day. ... what a weird girl she was.
    "hello, melbourne." peachmoon greeted the male in a soft tone as she trotted over to him and sat herself down next to him -- no questions asked.
    #scpeachmoon14

    [sub]ooc: /quiet laughter
    'wow'


    The words surprised him, and the caracal's tufty ears perked, his first actual movement in several minutes. It was followed by a flurry of activity compared to his recent stillness. He grinned and turned his head to face the champagne pink fox, feeling, as he always did when in close proximity with her, deeply awed by her beauty. Soft, downy pastel pink fur...perfect facial composition...gorgeous eyes...and perfect, fluttery lashes. He felt his chest rise and fall rapidly as his heartrate picked up. "Hi, Peachmoon." he chuffed happily. "How're you doing?"

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    "i've been doing quite well as of late, in fact. i feel as if the miasma in my soul has been cleansed away." the doctor responded with a small smile and a flick of her pale pink ear. indeed, the increase in activity had made the femme feel... reborn, in a sense. she'd found herself with more to do, and more of a purpose. it was a nice feeling, indeed.
    "and you?" peachmoon inquired, shifting her body slightly to better face the caracal.
    #scpeachmoon14

    [sub]His short tail quivered contently at her words: it was very nice to know that she was feeling better, especially as he had not known she was doing anything but. The lanky wildcat paused to consider her return question, though, casting his eyes out to sea. Was it better to lie, which would be more comfortable and less, well, intimate, or give a true, emotionally explicit answer? It all depended on what type of relationship they had, and, despite his wishes, Melbourne felt that if it existed, it was nothing but a friendship, and that his feelings were not returned in any way.


    So he simply said: "I'm great, thanks."