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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]It was a casual morning, the sun glowing softly, peeking out from behind a glittering ocean while the little alabaster figure watched intently, the glowing orb rising so carefully and slowly as if taking sweet time to be adored. And it was, as little Cottonkit's light cerulean visionaries rested on it until it was impossible to look anymore, deciding this would be his daily dose of sunrise as he lifted and turned, heading back to the ship to greet anyone who was up. It was a nice morning, really, something to admire.


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

    [align=center][size=8]-sorry for the late reply, XC meet-
    A nice day indeed, but the brilliance of the rosey sunrise did not tickle everyone. The soft groans of a night owl cooed from the swinging embrace of a hammock, a human's tent propped by arching pvc pipes. A white paw stretched out, the shifting figure of the caracat kitten seen through the meshy covering. Almost dragging himself out, Nero flopped to the floor still groaning. "Ugh.. Sun go away." Baby blue luminaries gave off a slight glow, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light and fight the sleepiness. The blurry white form of his bother came to view, and a cheesy grin broke out as the fool rolled on his back and waved.

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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]/ same! &


    Curiously tinted cerulean orbs beamed at Nero, and Cotty bounded down the steps to approach his sibling. [b]"Hi, Nero!" Came the little, alabaster, cotton-colored kitten's chirp while he rushed over happily. Mmh, his favorite brother!


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

    -that's cool c:-
    It was a split second of silence, his eyes darting to see if anyone was watching. Then Nero smiled back, his voice picking uo the same cheery tone. "Hey Cotton!" His limber foreleg stretched to achieve a light tap on his brother's nose before the tom kit rolled over and jumped up. "How are you brother?"

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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]Mmph. Intently pausing for a moment to let his brother scan for any others, Cotty ignored the frown trying to cross his lips, only making his beam kinder as he trotted forward, crinkling his nose as it was tapped. He turned his head away for a moment, in the direction where nobody stood, and gave a quiet sneeze, before turning back to Nero. [b]"I'm great!~ I met a girl yesterday, and I treated her really nice, so we became friends. How are you?" Cotty purred.


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