03-06-2020, 04:36 AM
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IM JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD -
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
He couldn’t help but smile. A true smile, not the half hearted “thank you” he so often gave.
When Leoku took to him, even if he had his doubts, he couldn’t do anything but that. He nearly cried. The joy was overwhelming, this feeling was what he had been searching for. The last time he felt such happiness... he had been in the embrace of his own father.
And at this moment in time he was deeply reminded of it. A thought buried so far in his mind that only intense feeling could dig it up and throw it back into his conscience. His smile quaked and he nearly got up to leave. A massive mitt almost bigger than Leoku would go limp, allowing the little fox to cuddle it as he pleased while Kydobi fought the sudden turmoil within.
Fear was brought back. Fear that this wouldn’t last. That there was some catch. That something would ruin this and he would be left alone again because he wasn’t good enough.
Lips lined in tar would quiver as he forced himself to speak, “I’m very proud of you my son..”
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♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
He couldn’t help but smile. A true smile, not the half hearted “thank you” he so often gave.
When Leoku took to him, even if he had his doubts, he couldn’t do anything but that. He nearly cried. The joy was overwhelming, this feeling was what he had been searching for. The last time he felt such happiness... he had been in the embrace of his own father.
And at this moment in time he was deeply reminded of it. A thought buried so far in his mind that only intense feeling could dig it up and throw it back into his conscience. His smile quaked and he nearly got up to leave. A massive mitt almost bigger than Leoku would go limp, allowing the little fox to cuddle it as he pleased while Kydobi fought the sudden turmoil within.
Fear was brought back. Fear that this wouldn’t last. That there was some catch. That something would ruin this and he would be left alone again because he wasn’t good enough.
Lips lined in tar would quiver as he forced himself to speak, “I’m very proud of you my son..”