“Well, to the bakery we go, then! I hope you’re ready to look good an pathetic! Wide eyes, sad little mews, and try to look extra bedraggled in your fluffiness. The mortals gobble it right up.”
He shakes as if trying to shed water, instead shedding his vest into a spray of glittering gold and purple that vanishes on the wind. His eyes also grow less luminous, now making him possibly mistakable as a particularly handsome blue-eyed ragdoll.
Then, he scoops Fever up by the scruff again, and starts strutting down the road.
Before they can reach the bakery, however, Sheo catches sight of one of his favorite purveyors of both snacks and mortal sincerity: Max Maximum.
As he approaches, he tries to walk with a little bit of a drag to his step, like he couldn’t be hungrier or more tired. The Storm Kitten still dangles from his mouth.
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He shakes as if trying to shed water, instead shedding his vest into a spray of glittering gold and purple that vanishes on the wind. His eyes also grow less luminous, now making him possibly mistakable as a particularly handsome blue-eyed ragdoll.
Then, he scoops Fever up by the scruff again, and starts strutting down the road.
Before they can reach the bakery, however, Sheo catches sight of one of his favorite purveyors of both snacks and mortal sincerity: Max Maximum.
As he approaches, he tries to walk with a little bit of a drag to his step, like he couldn’t be hungrier or more tired. The Storm Kitten still dangles from his mouth.