One Day More - private

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    Lyla wandered about, humming softly to herself. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining, the weather was wonderful, and she had finally gotten a good night's sleep.
    After a while of walking and thinking about trivial matters, she spotted a white Japanese bobtail who looked quite upset.
    "Hey," she called, walking closer to him, "Is something wrong?"

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    Why was he even here? He honestly just wanted to be alone, curled up in the corner of his little home in his stone hut. Perhaps he would think the sweet aroma of flowers would soothe him? No, it only made him think about how he should've given those flowers to Memphis. And now he would never get to since Memphis hated his guts. Camisado sniffled and blinked back tears, sitting with his back slightly hunched over. When he heard the voice of Lyla, he jumped up his eyes wide in surprise. He nervously let himself back up a step and gave a shaky sigh.


    thrres nothing wrong he scribbled quickly, his hand writing rather shaky.


    Oh he slightly remembered her! She joined not too long ago. Why would she be concerned about him though?


    //rushed af sorry

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    Lyla approached him, her head tilted and her features filled with concern. She recognized him rather quickly, remembering him from when he had greeted her at the border. Camisado, if she remembered correctly.
    "…Are you sure?" She pressed, after reading his response. She wasn't very eloquent, but she was pretty good at reading body language if she did say so herself. She wasn't one to leave someone be if she noticed there may be something bothering them, at least not without trying.
    "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm here for you, though."


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    Camisado stared at her sadly for a couple more seconds before suddenly starting to sniffle again. Memphisado had really hurt him, he didnt know what he had done but...he always managed to mess everything up and hurt everyone. Camisado turned away and hung his head, beginning to cry again. He scratched into the ground slowly.


    im m sorry

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    Lyla's eyes widened in concern at this, her usual bubbly, cheerful state turning into one of compassion. She padded closer to him and held him close, trying to comfort him the best she could.
    "Hey," she cooed softly, "It's alright, it'll be okay."


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    Camisado couldn't help but let his eyes widen as the femme pulled him close. The small feline buried his face into her fur instinctively without a second thought starting to cry a bit harder. He wrapped his forelegs around her and held himself close. Cami just was too upset to be embarrassed aboht hugging an individual he had just met, at least it didn't seem like she minded at all.

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    Lyla hushed him quietly, rubbing his back with her paw. After a while she began to him softly, trying her best to comfort him. While she didn't have a great voice, it wasn't grating or unpleasant, at least not what she could tell. "Are you feeling any better?" She asked softly, pulling back slightly to look at him.