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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Marcella's flowers bloomed wherever she stepped- pink, large flowers swelled into the ground. They were genes from her loving father, but perhaps the only part of her father which she got. She looked almost identical to her mother- a faceless, nobody drunkard who got it on with Rinto one night.
Was she proud of her parents? Not really. Was she proud of herself? Perhaps.
To be honest, she wasn't sure. The calico feline was in camp, eating some fish.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"It's a metaphor." Marcel said, shaking her head. "Mm, I could say the same about your grammar." She hopped on his back.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Marcel's situation was a little different- she had an eye, but a flower had grown through it. If one were to remove the blossom, they would see the disturbing view of roots through someone's eye.
"Are you okay? It's n-not my eye, is it?" She asked, hiding her left eye with a paw.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"A-Ah..." She looked down at the daisies.
Someone other than Jacques was nice to her? Her heart skipped a beat. "T-Thank you... so much." She spoke, her voice dripping with a thick Italian accent. "Yes, I do like them- a lot. What's your name?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"I'm so sorry." The Italian feline spoke, feeling guilty. "I... I have this eye because I was born with it." Marcella diverted her eyes. "I'm sorry for bringing back memories."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Marcella puffed out her cheeks, taking the food and setting it down for a second. "Mmph." She said of mild annoyance, and then ate. "It's good, right?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Licks on the nose? I don't really think that's gonna help." Spoke Marcella, but then sighed. "But... sure. Do it."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Oh, okay..." Marcel said, shaking her head. "So how's it going?" She tried to change the subjects.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Ah..." She offered the big, clumsy dog a sheepish grin. While there was no difference in her sickness (she wasn't even sick) she had to admit that being with Jacques... made her feel better.
"Yeah, it helped. Thanks, big dude."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Yeah." She muttered, going to eat some meat. "Uh... what do you want to do after we eat?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"It's 'how are you doing'." The calico girl said, batting an eyelash. "Okay, you sleep. But... I'm not sure how you don't have girls clinging to you. Your accent is endearing."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"I'm Marcella Bocelli. I'm new here." Spoke the calico, taking a graceful stance next to Yvetal. "Are you new here, as well? What's your name?" Her piercing blue eyes met Cosmo's.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"You're getting worse at this." Marcel spoke, fumbling with her flower-eye. "Apparently, though, my eye disturbs people... it doesn't bother you, does it?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Dad was a washed-up prostitute and Mom committed suicide. Where else did she have to turn? The five month old had been wandering the dense forest, alone as usual. Dad was no help, really- he was probably getting drunk and laid- and so she didn't really want to talk to him. Marcella meant strong, warlike- but she didn't feel strong.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Hey, you big dumb floof butt." Marcella said, sliding over. "Making friends without me?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Despite his words sounding like a badly translated video game, she smiled. "T-Thank you, it means a lot."
At his next sentence, she shook her head. "No, I wanna... share a bed with you!"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Alright." She said, emitting an 'oof!' as she was forced up against him, but snuggled into his warm fur. "Mmph."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Ah!" The little girl screamed at the dog rushing towards her. But... he was tiny! She stopped screaming to laugh.
"You're soooo cute!" She laughed, aiming to pat him on the head. "Ah... this is your garden? But... okay."
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