[ june needs little encouraging, as his fingertips scratch along the soft downy undercoat of the cat's - luci's - belly. it feels nice to hold a living being like this and not feel like he needs to put up an appearance of normalcy; cats may judge you, but as far as june knows they can't talk back (yet). he'll take silent judgment over vocal disappointment.
...and he may be projecting a little. still, the genuine laugh that erupts from somewhere in june's chest when luci purrs and bats at his fingers is a bright sound.
he could love this weirdly fragrant yet sulphuric-smelling cat. ]
So... Tristan, huh? [ he reads off the tag once more. tristan, where has he heard that name from? ...ah, the boy with the cards. magic boy has a cat? interesting. ] You're Bea's cat? Did he feed you yet?
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...and he may be projecting a little. still, the genuine laugh that erupts from somewhere in june's chest when luci purrs and bats at his fingers is a bright sound.
he could love this weirdly fragrant yet sulphuric-smelling cat. ]
So... Tristan, huh? [ he reads off the tag once more. tristan, where has he heard that name from? ...ah, the boy with the cards. magic boy has a cat? interesting. ] You're Bea's cat? Did he feed you yet?