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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Sleep is a strange thing, a fleeting state of unconsciousness that can be broken by the softest of sounds for an unlucky few, while others can slip so deeply that they can not roused, left to their cream world until their mind is finally released. Their own sleep had been tattered and broken, a mess of tossing and turning through long hours until finally their eyelids were too heavy to hold open any longer, but all too soon it was gone again, the soft creaks and groans of the house settling drawing them back. Finally they had given up when six had rolled around, marked by a blush of pink and orange upon the clouds that gathered about the horizon, tugging on a large black hoodie which swallowed their tiny frame, venturing out into the chill of the dawn in hopes of finding something to keep their mind for even a few minutes.


    Finally, with the threat of sleep hard to fight against, they had ventured inside only to come back with a mug. Setting themself within a patch of dew spotted grass they had sat, the steaming mug at their paws, watching as the sun rose uet their mind was elsewhere.

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    "ALL THE OTHER KIDS WITH THE PUMPED UP KICKS"

    [size=7pt]Ritsu normally slept in, far past the gradual wakening of dawn. Seeing the retriever up so early.. It was definitely a surprise. Even herself was worried about how the hell she had managed to awaken during the early hours, today, and she was seriously considering the fact that she may have caught some contagious disease.


    Lumbering outside of her den, she'd take a moment to pause, and rub her eyes with her fore-paws, and would shortly afterwards feel her jaws snap open in an involuntary yawn, which she didn't fight to suppress.


    Ah, but.. She wasn't the only one up, it seemed. The retriever would head in the direction of this individual, copper optics tracing him with curiosity, before fixating on his steaming beverage. "Woah hey! Uh, I mean, morning! What are you drinking?" Oh gosh, she had really managed to blurt out that question with no segue at all. "U-Uh I mean, have we um, met? I'm Ritsu by the way!" And it seemed as if she had just made it somewhat worse. [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Many say that first impression, those moments when two people come to interact for the first time, are the most important in forming an image of someone. Yet they held no merit to Isena, the small feline found it was weeks, if not months, later that they began to understand who someone was and so cared little for those first impressions, often letting it slip from their mind, there was more important memories another could be within.


    But this would prove to be different, one they wouldn't forget so easily. Startled by the sudden voice Isena jumped, their paw hitting the mug though they were able to right it before it was able to spill it's content, voicing a single, sharp word. "Shit." Reaching up they pushed the hood which had previously covered their head, displeased at this interruption yet their smile was hard to fight against, finally curling their lips as they listened to Ritsu, uttering a short laugh. "Don't believe we have met, I'm Isena." Speaking softly they shifted their body, swiveling around so they were facing the canine, some time passing before they realized she had asked a question.


    "Oh, uhh, it's coffee," regarding the mug once more they ran a claw along its rim, regarding the light brown liquid within, strong and sweet, just the way they liked it. It was one of the few caffeinated drinks they enjoyed though it did little to wake them, simply pushed the need to sleep to the side where it was easier to deal with.