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A cat that writes stories.
Brisa had to stifle a purr of her own.
"Here goes..."
Aria's paw connected with hers, and golden threads lightly wrapped around it. Nothing she couldn't snap just by pulling away. She could feel safe.
The rush of feeling was, as usual, mostly unilateral. Contentedness, excitement, the pleasant haze of having had just enough to drink. Warmth, especially in the eartips, but throughout her torso and limbs. A mild numbness against the noise of the cafe and the hard edges of the world.
Brisa noted with pleasure that Aria would feel all that, along with a strong sense of her intentions. To let Aria have a good time. To feel at ease. To be friends. And, to Brisa's faint alarm, Aria would very possibly notice how sincere Brisa's growing attraction to the lucario was. Ah. Shit.
This is what she got for not being mindful of her drink, she supposed.
"Here goes..."
Aria's paw connected with hers, and golden threads lightly wrapped around it. Nothing she couldn't snap just by pulling away. She could feel safe.
The rush of feeling was, as usual, mostly unilateral. Contentedness, excitement, the pleasant haze of having had just enough to drink. Warmth, especially in the eartips, but throughout her torso and limbs. A mild numbness against the noise of the cafe and the hard edges of the world.
Brisa noted with pleasure that Aria would feel all that, along with a strong sense of her intentions. To let Aria have a good time. To feel at ease. To be friends. And, to Brisa's faint alarm, Aria would very possibly notice how sincere Brisa's growing attraction to the lucario was. Ah. Shit.
This is what she got for not being mindful of her drink, she supposed.
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