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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]W-.. What.. Kind of kinky stuff was this? Cotty trotted over, gazing at Feli, blinking away to raise an eyebrow at Erika quizzically. Hm.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Cotty was silent as he quietly made his way over next to Feli, watching as an unknown fellow went out to get a medic. Mmh, if he knew what was happening, he'd go out seeking his father as well; but unfortunately, Cottonkit wasn't sure what to make of the scene.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Cotty's apologetic expression was replaced with a somewhat puzzled one, and one of his ears flicked. "My friends? I.. Guess I'm friends with my dad.. I don't have any close friends." He responded awkwardly, paws shuffling in the sand. That was a bit embarrassing, on his end. He didn't want to include the fact that she was from a totally different clan, as well, which would possibly get him into a small dose of trouble. Ahh.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Mmh. He wasn't quite ashamed of his father being his friend, given the relation, but it was the mere idea that he was his only friend. It was a little dorky. But that was okay; Cottonkit could always make friends, right? Sure. He gave a small nod at her repeat.
Cotty was about to object upon her saying he surely had plenty of friends, but it whisked shut at the rest of her words. He tucked his alabaster paws into the warm sand a bit, sheepishly glancing away with awkward crystal orbs. Him? Cute? That surely wasn't nearly something a friend would call another, right? He wouldn't know. Feeling cherry warmth blossom around his face and across his nose, a somewhat visible smile pattered across his lips, but it scurried away as fast as it's arrived.
Mmh, but he was reluctant to counter her kind words, given the recent events. "I'd be lying if I said I would be any more likable than you, by that judgement. You're the sun out of the stars.." His voice was somewhat under normal voice level, and he could only hope she didn't take it in any wrong way.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]There were a majority of things that varied in his mind of which little Cottonkit lacked knowledge in. For example; herbs, which are obviously used for healing. Another example would be quite the opposite; bloodshed. Sure, he'd gotten a few scrapes; but nothing had left a scar neither physically or mentally on him. Surely a knife would be able to do either one, however. Speaking of knives; Cotty recalled having spotted that magnificent blade washed up on the shore, and also crisply remembered the way Luciana had been overjoyed to see it. Cottonkit would surely never get so excited over a weapon, as he disliked the things personally, but why in the world had the one-eyed, deaf femme been so joyous?
He silently pondered this aspect of the day before, slim alabaster tail flicking casually behind him as he strolled the shore.
/sorry for taking so long & the muselessness of this post! blah
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Well, that would a little freaky. Cottonkit watched as the tip of the bottle directed his way, a little confused. Wait, so.. Lutz kissed Luciana, and it landed on Luciana. Wait, that meant.. Cotty awkwardly glanced over at Luciana, alabaster paws shifting. Ha. He had to kiss Cherryblod's kid? Poor Luciana.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Phew. That was quite awkward, but at least it wasn't so horribly awful that he was going to have to give someone a slap across the face, which he most certainly would do if it was anything full-blown. Cotty used a paw and spun the bottle, and it landed on whoever posted next.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Ew, did he just lick his head? Cotty ducked a bit, batting at his snout awkwardly to get him away. Ahh, he never liked baths, much less a tongue on his fur-- especially one that wasn't his own. Maybe the somewhat swatting was a little rude, but that was just the way little Cottonkit was. Besides, do you want a German wolf walking over and nomming licking your head during spin the bottle? Probably! Probably not!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]The little alabaster kitten gave a silent sneeze before trotting over, the two moon old's curious crystal orbs focused on Wendy. 'Sniffer' was the only thing he heard, the name she'd assigned whom he was pretty sure who was called 'Feliciano'. Mmph. Nicknames. "My name is Cottonkit," He stated gently, Cotty easing into a seat nearby.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]As fortunate as the tomkit felt, he was in quite a good mood. In fact, he was undeniably joyous, a certain pastel-snow feline weaving through the halls of the ship with ease. Strolling throughout the place, a mocuck swaying from his jaws, the pepper-speckled, otherwise white birch bright. Inside was an assortment of two lovable things of nature; Two which Cottonkit absolutely loved.
Flowers-- petunias, roses, daisies, sunflowers, etc. etc. some artificial-- and fruit-- juicy watermelon slices, ripe strawberries, fresh cantaloupe, etc. etc.
All of it ranged nicely, tucked into the basket in his jaws, Cotty eventually arriving on the deck and placing the large, full basket at his paws. "Anybody want some flowers and fruit?" He called out, chirp of a voice chiming with the swish of the sea. Aah, he truly was having a good day, for whatever reason.
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