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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit's snow paws were intently tucked beneath his crest, gaze swiveling about as two youthful seagulls swirled effortlessly through the sky, weaving about one another with clear romance holding their motions as they seamlessly brushed past one another and fluttered their soft white, dove-like wings. Cottonkit adored the beautiful birds. Not seagulls specifically, but any elegant creature who obtained flight and beauty questionlessly. It was nice to watch, really; and the gorgeous soprano songs sung was a mere sound compared to some of the dances that could be seen from the right angle. It was times like this he was really relaxing, Cottonkit's crystalline orbs tagging the two seagulls in flight while his alabaster head subconsiously tipped to one side, wonders of merely how they did it knitted into the veins streaming through his mind.
"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]