valo-kas was clean for the first time in a long time. one could make out their precise coloration without wondering, wait, or is that just the mud? in their own opinion, it made no difference. brown with mud, brown without. the only difference was the smell, and getting clean for them was a pain. they couldn’t groom themself without turning pink. so, it was curious why they were so...so damn near pristine right now. perhaps there was no answer. perhaps it was done specifically because there was no reason for it.
they slunk over toward the commotion, hiding behind phobeus’s rosette-plastered ass and peering out from behind him like a timid child from the safety of their mother’s skirts if this was some ye olden days type shit. “[color=salmon]dude, what’d you get? what is that?” they asked loudly, even though it was quite apparent that that was a she and she was a cat. again - more behavior pulled because there was no good reason for it.
“[color=salmon]think it’s uuhhhh...edible?” they added, punctuating the teasing question with a number of wet smacks of their lips that left globs of pink rolling honey-smooth down their chin. “[b][color=salmon]mayhaps, tasty?”
they slunk over toward the commotion, hiding behind phobeus’s rosette-plastered ass and peering out from behind him like a timid child from the safety of their mother’s skirts if this was some ye olden days type shit. “[color=salmon]dude, what’d you get? what is that?” they asked loudly, even though it was quite apparent that that was a she and she was a cat. again - more behavior pulled because there was no good reason for it.
“[color=salmon]think it’s uuhhhh...edible?” they added, punctuating the teasing question with a number of wet smacks of their lips that left globs of pink rolling honey-smooth down their chin. “[b][color=salmon]mayhaps, tasty?”
[align=center][b]IF GOD DOESN’T LIKE UGLY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY