UNDER MY SKIN // DOUBLE-JOINING

[LULI]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]The two of them had a way of attracting messes. Though Luli could sit still and find himself covered in dirt anyway, Domani could walk through a field of daisies and make them whisper to him. He had a way of navigating conversations so masterfully that he could only seem to be the spider at a center of the web. It was... terrifying, really. There are times when even he feels strung along a carefully designed path, even though he doesn't mind it. One wrong step and someone would find themselves tripping up under Domani's direction. With that came some sort of security in being close. (Not to say he's in this for the security.) Watching a town burn because of his misstep had been gratifying and humbling. It reminded him that he was still a living being, though his appearance is angelic and his conversational skills were impressive. The most he does is scoff lightly at his insistence, glancing up at the larger feline and back to their path.

Then he stills partially, ducking slightly at the paw swept up his neck to shake off a shiver. "Probably from trying to get away from a fire that definitely wasn't your fault," he bites back, though there's plenty of humor in the words; mismatched eyes sparkle with it. He swallows hard to get past a lump growing in his throat and laughs. It only sounds a little strangled. Barely. He'd been doing better with cleanliness as of late and was developing a fondness for water, but it's more of Domani's insistence on it that has his stomach doing things. "There needs to be water for that," the leopard points out, though the bleeding from desert to jungle is evident enough. He was right (as always) — it wouldn't be long now.