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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]The child's ears were occasionally flicking, any direction properly suiting him as Cottonkit was intently perched on the deck of the ship, open to any conversations, really, as he blinked across the sand observantly. Curiosity occasionally clicked into his gaze, but were blinked away with explanations while his light sapphire orbs rovered over the sand. Spotting two bundles of black rolling about, they were realized to be a couple of playing kits. Eh.. He didn't feel like playing. Tail tip lightly brushing the ground in a flick, Cottonkit's alabaster head continued to turn either way, mild effort put into the motion as he looked over the beach. It was nice, overall, he decided, still continuing to watch as npcs interacted.
"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]
