my neck, my mii // o

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    Raphael wasn't sure where he was finding all of this odd coloring that humans must've created. They were they only things that could enjoy such dreadfully bright hues. The feline had taken a liking to the color pink, it was the only one he tolerated. It was just so, good. He couldn't explain it, but every time the male looked at a splash of blush, a drip of strawberry, a swipe of rose gold. He sighed just thinking about it, which is when he stumbled upon it, they were pre-opened, probably useless. But Raphael set to work, a little tinfoil here and there. The dripping noise was nasty, and he could've sworn that he got hot pink in every crevice of his scrawny body. It was complete, he admired his work with a grin, and instantly knew that everyone in his clan would get a laughing kick out of the creation.
    He dragged his radio to the middle of the main room, clicking it on with a satisfied grin [link / warning: swears/sexual]. He flipped his fresh fur out.
    Call it a midlife crisis, call it him coming out as gay, but really. A stupid feline found a tub of temporary hair dye in his favorite color and drenched himself with it. He was still a wee bit damp from the hose. But other then that, he had such a gorgeous look. Boring no more, he was a cute-tea.
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    I'VE TRIED TO LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND — Salem — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The music, first of all, was what had drawn him to the scene- he had certainly never heard anything like it (and to be honest he never really wanted to again). If he had understood more of the, ehem, terms involved, and had no fur, no doubt he would put a strawberry to shame. Even now with only understanding some of the foul language he was bound to be embarrassed just being in the same area. "Whoever's playin' those tunes, can you turn it down a little bit? Not that I'm hatin' on ya'r music choice or anythin', but I just- Raph, is that you?" he paused as he stepped into the room, mouth hanging a bit agape. "Yer, yer pink now! B-but how is that even possible? Are ya' feelin' okay? Do I need ta' find a docta' or somethin'?"
    The glorious time of living a simple farm life. This poor cat had no idea what dye was, and currently was worrying about whether or not he was witnessing the death of a bachelor Raphael.


    ICENINE !



    Icenine took one look at her brother, and heard the music, an burst out laughing. Not too loud at first, but gradually louder and louder. This was the funniest thing she had ever seen!! "Holy crap, Raph! You're rocking those moves, dude!" she cackled, laughing for the first time in quite a while. Maybe months, maybe years, who knew, but Icenine was having the time of her life.

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    [color=#dfbf9f]Slinky gasped, rushing forwards on short legs, her little basket of beans strapped to her back spilling somewhat. She didn't take any notice to them, however. "Oh no oh no! Those are bad words!" Slinky gasped, her curly ears bobbing as she rushed. She put her head under her paws, diving down onto the ground, trying to shield her innocent ears.


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    And I couldn't believe what your daddy asked of me
    I never thought I'd live to give your eulogy — tags
    Wordlessly, the munchkin would aim to help Slinky out, and cover her ears herself. Shooting the now pink dude a curious look, she'd stay silent, a half smile on her maw.[fancypost=background:#40E0D0;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]

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    Laughing half manically and half entertainment at Salems confusion, the male would turn to turn off the almost blaring music. It was only to make his appearance of course, he didn't mind the fact that it was rather... Vulgar. But progressing into self-shame to put the kids through it. It faded fast, and he turned to finally talk to his friends. The same lazy smile as always, just hanging under pink splotchy fur.
    "No need to call a doctor, even if I were in pain, Pain-Is-Beauty!" Raph winked coyly at the timid male, his smile lowering into a faint smirk. "It's a human thing, you must've known a few humans on the farm?" It was posed in a question, but more of an assumption.
    Upon his sisters compliment, he would strike a pose. Sticking out his front leg, the ol razzle dazzle.
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    I'VE TRIED TO LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND — Salem — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Thanking the corn above as the music was turned off, Salem observed those that had entered. A small pupper that's ears were being covered. Okay. Um-another cat that knew Raph. Okay. At Raph's sentence, he stiffened, freezing especially as much at the wink. Should he attempt to flirt like what he had done with Celica? That had made her laugh and hey! Laughter made friendships stronger- so he swallowed the fear and-
    "W-well, if beauty is pain, th-then do ya' go through a'lot of pain Raphael?"
    At the continuation, Salem tilted his head.
    "We never had'ny of that stuff though. Is it magic? That's a human thing, right?" He asked, figuring the answer was yes. I mean, what else could make your fur the color of a newly born calf?