pretending to not feel alone | open, joining

[Belladonna]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]In a brief moment, Belladonna found herself a little eclipsed by his warmth, such the complete opposite of her cold social anxiousness; but he seemed to take it in his stride almost immediately. When he commented on his daydreaming, she'd already seen it, a peculiar yet oddly familiar stare - his thoughts of missing memories seemed to match her own, but if she'd ever met him before, she couldn't tell either - more unlikely than anything.

But at his comment, she gently giggled, her walls already seemingly coming down; she'd already seemed to have forgotten she was surrounded by others, clanmates she barely knew just yet, already entranced by his grace, of all things. It made her feel a little bubbly inside; but Belladonna was like that with anyone who would give her a moment of their attention, a glare and she'd glare back, a positive comment and she'd melt. Blinking those thoughts away, she padded forward, graciously taking the cookie from him. "Thank you," she mewed gently, however she almost completely forgot he'd asked for her name, not remembering until she could feel the still-warm pastry in her paws. "Ah, and uhm, I'm Belladonna Arbor. It's a pleasure to meet you, Happycamper, I'm sure we'll be glad to have you." she mewed; although, truthfully, it was more like she'd be glad to have him there.