Why couldn't he stop thinking about Moth even though he had only had the pleasure to meet her just the one time? The ginger tom picked at the knots in his curly fur the deeper his mind went into the day of the monthly meeting, holding himself back with his own anxieties that it lead him to the jaguar that plagued his mind just from how unique and kind she was. They had talked for so long and they each listened to the other’s excited explanation of the things they did. Plane’s body shivered with the excitement of that memory as he came up onto all four, pacing around the room with a dopey grin plastered across maw with his mind questioning if he should visit her in Tanglewood sometime or if she would come to visit him? Should he write her a letter?! Wow, nobody had given him quite a stir in life since.....

Roxanne.

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“ROXANNE!”

Plane yelped, realizing he had invited her over to catch up and explain fully what had happened to him and ask politely what had happened to her since she had been gone. He hadn’t picked up or even set out the cookies he has somehow managed to not completely botch (there seemed to be more chocolate than dough...)! With only the thought of the sawbone of Tanglewood drifting as he scrambled about, shoving pill bottles and scrap metal into small boxes before he running off to balance the plate of cookies to his small table. “Oh, she’ll get thirsty if we just eat cookies! Drinks....she preferred coffee over tea, if I’m remembering right....” Plane mumbled to himself with the plate now perfectly centered on the table with his paw tapping against the smooth wood in contemplation of his next moves to prepare.

And while it took him quite a while to reach a mug he still had that he had, but realized it had a big, pink heart on it, causing him to change to a plain white one as he poured coffee into the cups with a tablespoon of butter in his own just to keep him from shoving cookies down nervously . Two trips of delivering mugs to their respective places at the table and he had finished with a few minutes to spare, judging by the calculations roaming around his head. Now he was free to anxiously tap tap tap at the floor of his home, staring at the door as he mumbled thought out possible conversations in his head and occasionally mumbling the appropriate tone to the question or topic. Things like - ‘Where were you this whole time?’ ‘Why didn’t you try to contact or escape before?’ ‘Did you even really love me?’ Plane grimaced at the unrealistic one at the end, shaking off his anxiety for some questions he could think for her. ‘How is it like being the captain now?’ ‘When did you meet Diya?’ ‘Did you even try to find me?’. The feline quite literally smacked his face for the last insecurity that peeked out and stood up once again. No, he wasn’t going to make this an awkward encounter.

Just a nice coffee and chat between......

old friends.

[member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member]