What if my dream does not happen? ( private/ steampunk )

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    camisado was drawing in the ground once more. He sat in that same clearing, scratching into the ground with his claw that was slightly dulled because he wrote with it so much. Perhaps he should use something else to draw? Nah, he had been using his claws all his life, he would hate to try something new when he was so use to his usual way drawing.


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    //wheezes gently
    Oke

    Soft paws settled near the work, and appraisal seemed to shine in the serval-eared retriever's eyes. "What are you drawing?" She questioned, plopping down beside him to wath. Camisado made her really curious, and she was fascinated by his actions -- or lack of. Why didn't he talk? He seemed capable enough. But, hey, that had nothing to do with her. Ought to shrug off. "It looks good so far."


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    //HMMM
    HMMMMMMM
    ITS TEMPTING
    && WHEN U GONNA GET UR PHONE BACK JFC


    Cami turned to look at Courtney when he heard her speak. He gave a smile and a small dip of his head in greeting. He glanced down at his drawing, chewing the inside of his cheek. What was he drawing? Well...he was drawing a flower, well a couple of them on a branch. They were Sakura blossoms to be exact. He just couldn't get what Courtney had done with those flowers out of his mind, it was weird. He was just so inspired that he couldn't ignore it.


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    She blinked, and then grinned. "Prunus Serralata!" She chirped, glancing down at the rendition of the rosy blossoms. She couldn't draw very well -- she was more of an intelligence person than an artistic or powerful one. Wrinkling her brow to Cami, she spoke. "Why d..on't you push me away, anyway? Most people f...ind my approach and stutter odd. It turns th...em off." She commented, looking at him with honest confusion. The black and white animalia was confusing her a lot, since only Tama really made an effort to be her friend. The whole 'Senpai, notice me' scenario was rather amusing, and she thought it might be time to open up a little bit more to the cheerful animal, as well as the rest of the clan. But Camisado... He'd had this vibe, like he was more relatable to her than she knew. Of course, how could she know that he'd been in an abusive relationship? He didn't talk about it, so she had no clue that they'd been through a lot of the same stuff. Not that Erin had killed himself to spite her. No, he'd just walked out and left her pregnant. The litter had been, of course, stillborn. They always were, except for Cherry and Char's litter. Red, Ruby, and Riley hadn't lived beyond a week. She awaited an answer, though didn't press him. Some people just weren't judgmental.