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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]Despite the memories of so many different faces, scents, names, and notes running through his mind; It occurred to Cotty that he barely knew anyone in this quaint clan. In fact, he barely knew anything about the small group he lived in. Mmh, yet that was strange. He was always the one approached. Never the little guy to walk up to someone and introduce himself. Yet, he wasn't shy at all; in fact, quiet friendly. Lifting to his paws, the alabaster frame was highlighted by the sun, soft pink pads cushioned by the sand as he made his way toward the ship, crystalline gaze seeking company. Hm, maybe he'd make a new friend.
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"[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]