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it is a rarity for atticus to feel proud of himself, but today he feels particularly accomplished ; through si- mple finding rather than stealing, the young feline has found quite the bountiful stash of pretty and shiny obje- cts from around town, which will all definitely be added to his other trinkets back home.
but for him, he likes to just, take them out, to look at them, admire them, hold them up to the sunlight so that they GLITTER like magic.
he sits alone, knees close to his chest to make a sort of basket for his tattered and worn messenger bag, staring with wonder at the three bottle-caps, two marbles, four coins, and one si- ngle fat broken key as he takes them out and pl- aces each into his small palm.
🌙 ;; ( ??? )
Fane was more bored than usual today which meant trouble. He was seeking something fun to do and he didn’t care what it was. His glamour was up so he was invisible to the mundane world – he was unseen, just how he liked it. Only when he found something to do would he make himself visible. That’s how it always went, how it always would be.
However, something catches his attention. A small boy who looked as if he had found gold. The hunter steps forward and bends down. “You’re excited over this?” He seemingly appeared out of nowhere - his condescending voice crushing the silence. “Don’t tell me you actually like this stuff?” He reaches forward and snatches one of the marbles.
“Where did you even find this stuff?” Fane closes one eye and holds the marble up for examination. “It’s just old junk. You’d have better luck in a better neighborhood.”
again, bad luck had found him just when he least expected it. he’d been so preoccupied with his shinies that he didn’t notice the person suddenly near him ; not until it was far too late.
with eyes going wide like dinner plates, the young boy gave a gasp and yelp of pure dis- tress, nearly dropping the other little items onto the pavement in his shock. he whipped his head around, frantically putting his bag and other trinkets down as he scrambles to his feet in a flurry, already trying to jump and swipe the marble back.
❝ give, give dat back! it’s mine! it is importan’ t’me!
✖, duh
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THE FAB ONE HERE IS U, BEE, IT UUUUUbutomgthanksomuchhhhhh,eventhofaneisahotmeanieface
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pet the kitty || accepting
it’s hard not to flinch when he sees fane’shand come into view. he does, a little bit, bec-ause he isn’t used to being touched, and heis always expecting the worst to happen ; likegetting hit, or hurt. but none of that bad stuff ha-ppens.
a small, surprised squeak leaves him when he feels a larger hand and rough fingers slide through his hair. but it’s.... gentle. nothing like what he imagined from someone like fane, who’s always teasing and being mean to him.
he peeks an eye open up at the taller, earspopping out instinctively with the petting.
❝ ...w..w-wha’...are ya doin’..?
🌙 ;; ( fane )
ofmiisfortunes
“– hm. hm. hmmmmm.” Fane draws out his hum. “I wonder how many lives you have?” Being a kitty cat and all. Fane whatever you’re thinking, no.
❝ uh...w...why ya wanna know...?
nervous kitty noises. he didn’t like fane’s tone of voice, not at all....
🌙 ;; ( fane )
“Just curious, is all. We should try an experiment.” Of course he was only teasing. He just wanted to see how the other was going to react. Maybe, he’d even cry.
❝ i-i ain’t much likin’ da sound a’dat, fane...
🌙 ;; ( fane )
Fane raises his arms and creeps forward. “Come on, it won’t even hurt!”
squeaks and quickly retreats backwards.
@scalxwag ❤’d this
❝ w-why are y’puttin’ dese weird sticky tings on me...?
🌙 ;; ( fane )
“ – ‘cause they’re cute.” He says while sticking the bandaids onto the other’s skin. “Plus, you’ve got some booboos. What have you been doing anyway? Tearing through the forest?”
fane’s answer made atticus’s brow crease and his lips to purse in a confused pout.
❝ .....i go’ chased by a dog....
