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☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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//me? bumping up a days-old thread? it’s more likely than you think + mobile
Pierce felt his smile settle more naturally upon his features at the sight of Melantha, who, though he didn't know her well, seemed like a kind girl, and she had a sort of... calming presence. She was a bit odd, perhaps, but he respected that. "Oh, hi, Mel," he greeted as she approached, avoiding her initial question with his simple words. His tail flicked behind him as he considered his words for a moment before speaking up again, "It's, uh, my birthday, so I thought I'd... share with everyone else." That's basically the point of birthdays, right? He wasn't really sure- he'd only had one real one before, and his friend had thrown a party for him, which had been pretty cool, if a bit tense between a few people.
At Killua's approach, Pierce felt that familiar-but-unexplainable knot in his stomach. It wasn’t one of fear or upset, rather one of mild annoyance. His feelings toward Killua made him feel kind of bad, but it was something deep-rooted that he couldn’t quite place his finger on. Despite the irritation that built in his chest, he offered the boy a warm smile. He didn’t hate his cookies? Really? Pierce tried not to make a face, but really, he was shocked. They were kind of crappy, honestly, and the bottoms were completely charred, but he wouldn’t say anything if the guy genuinely thought they were good- or, weren’t bad. “Cookies were cookies”, apparently, even burnt ones. "Oh, that would be cool!" the speckled tom agreed with a wave of his tail. "I don’t think I’d be able to contribute much more than these, though." No way was he gonna try anything else- he could hardly bake basic chocolate chip cookies as it was.
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Pierce felt his smile settle more naturally upon his features at the sight of Melantha, who, though he didn't know her well, seemed like a kind girl, and she had a sort of... calming presence. She was a bit odd, perhaps, but he respected that. "Oh, hi, Mel," he greeted as she approached, avoiding her initial question with his simple words. His tail flicked behind him as he considered his words for a moment before speaking up again, "It's, uh, my birthday, so I thought I'd... share with everyone else." That's basically the point of birthdays, right? He wasn't really sure- he'd only had one real one before, and his friend had thrown a party for him, which had been pretty cool, if a bit tense between a few people.
At Killua's approach, Pierce felt that familiar-but-unexplainable knot in his stomach. It wasn’t one of fear or upset, rather one of mild annoyance. His feelings toward Killua made him feel kind of bad, but it was something deep-rooted that he couldn’t quite place his finger on. Despite the irritation that built in his chest, he offered the boy a warm smile. He didn’t hate his cookies? Really? Pierce tried not to make a face, but really, he was shocked. They were kind of crappy, honestly, and the bottoms were completely charred, but he wouldn’t say anything if the guy genuinely thought they were good- or, weren’t bad. “Cookies were cookies”, apparently, even burnt ones. "Oh, that would be cool!" the speckled tom agreed with a wave of his tail. "I don’t think I’d be able to contribute much more than these, though." No way was he gonna try anything else- he could hardly bake basic chocolate chip cookies as it was.
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