dancing in the rain; private

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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 alabaster frame softly lay, cushioned by warm sand, frosty fur highlighted by the streams of sunlight rested upon it. Perched atop his crystalline luminaries was a thoughtful layer only visible at close sight, as his chin lowered to his paws and the cerulean orbs traced the sparkles that dotted the ocean. It was honest boredom, even when thinking, that seeped through him when he had no company. That.. Well, it wasn't a unfortunate emotion, but it was more like unwanted spare time that is appreciated anyway. On Cotty's youthful mind was whom he'd all met today, memory running along everyone back when it rained. Now, however, it was quite sunny.


    Mmh, his thoughts along Reyna, recalling her pretty features and admirable name. He didn't want to inform her that he thought her name was pretty, because he'd feel guilty for only saying it to her. Hmm, maybe Cotty was just a tad sensitive about those things. Lifting to his paws, he gave an audible sneeze, sniffling and turning to approach the ship.


    "[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]/ he's so cute! uwu


    Reyna's thoughts were on the recent storm as well, as the young wolf stepped out onto the deck of the great ship, amber optics furiously blinking in the sudden harsh light. She wagged her tail and lifted her head, tilting it back so warm the fur on her chest. She hated it when the weather was so changeable, but she had to admit that she couldn't find fault in the new sunlight. The pup decided to go sunbathe on the beach for a bit, to dry out the remaining dampness that clung to her skin. Her claws clicked against the wooden ramp that let down to the shore.


    #reynainsignia14

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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]/thanks ^^


    It wasn't long before Cottonkit paused at the sight of what he believed to be a quite stunning pup, snowy coat ruffling back. He inhaled a crisp breath, beginning to groom down the fur on his crest. Why did he feel so hesitant? Sheesh. Cotty, releasing the breath, relifted his head to see Reyna make her way off of the ship.


    Cottonkit made his way toward her, waiting visibly as the bottom of the steps of the ship, still saving room for her to exit from. When seeing her there, the tomkit chirped, [b]"Hi, Reyna!"


    - mobile
    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking.    " [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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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]-nudge


    "[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Reyna paused as she heard the kitten's voice, ears pricked and gray tail swishing behind her. Her features fell into a happy smile as her gaze rested on the alabaster tom, standing on the beach below. Hm, he was that kitten she'd met earlier that day, watching the rain. "Hello Cottonkit," the pup replied, wagging her tail in greeting. Bunching up her slender limbs, she joined him on the sand in a few bounds, kicking up a little dust storm as she landed. "It's nice the weather's cleared up, isn't it?" #reynainsignia14

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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 turned away, the cloud of tiny sand grains powering and fogging his nose, and he glanced away to sneeze before turning back to her once again. [b]"Yeah, it's really pretty out." Cotty responded, giving her a warm smile, the same warmth alighting his ocean gaze. "Uh, speaking of pretty-- You, uh, I mean; your name is pretty." Mmph; he stammered out the sentence, but managed to not stutter and keep the ending four words clear and friendly.


    - museless


    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;][size=9pt]"Uh, sorry," Reyna said quickly, giggling a little to hide her embarrassment as she shook sand out of her own gray fur - she knew that probably wasn't the best way to make an entrance. She fixed her amber gaze back on the kitten's face, her smile brightening at his compliment. Words of praise meant a lot to the pup. "Oh, thank you," she responded, "Yours too! I mean, yeah, your name's really nice, it suits you."


    #reynainsignia14

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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][b]"That's okay," Cotty told her. Ahh. His fluffy, snow-colored coat definitely appeared as alabaster cotton, to which he offered a gentle smile. Cottonkit settled into a seat, inquiring, "How are you?"


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    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking.    " [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]