MAKE A MAN OUTTA YOU ☆ o, "graffiti"

[lovekit.]

IT TOOK A LITTLE TIME
[align=center]TO MAKE A LITTLE BETTER

IT'S ONLY GOING UP

JUST ONE THING THEN ANOTHER

lovekit — the typhoon — tags

A brief moment of panic flitted across Lovekit's face as he watched Foam, the older of the two children terrified that he had made a mistake. He watched as his fellow kit dragged his paw loosely through the mixture that now plastered his flank, and saw the partial crestfallen expression. Lo hadn't meant to cause any genuine distress for the other, after all – he had just wanted to play around, just as Foam had done when coming over in the first place. The hybrid opened his mouth, ready to rapidly apologize to both Foam and any adults that approached to see what was going on, but he was interrupted when Foamkit began to move once again. Initially, he was confused by the felines motion, thinking that the other was about to run off. Then, however, Foam threw himself forward, belly colliding with sand and paws curling about one of Lovekit's forelimbs, splattering him even more in the makeshift paint.

The Typhoon kit stood frozen for what felt like a brief eternity, staring down at Foamkit and the paint that now decorated his chest and leg in bright shades. After a moment of processing, Lo decided that he was going to indulge the other, especially with how clumsy Foam's "attacking crouch" had been. Letting out a vaguely offended gasp, Lovekit pretended to collapse onto his belly, stretching out his painted front leg so that Foam could keep his hold on it. Upon putting his chin against the sandy ground, Lo spoke dramatically, his other paw draping over his eyes, "Oh, how have I been defeated! This is impossible, I say! Foamkit could not have bested me!" On some level, Lo knew that Foamkit wouldn't be able to entirely understand what he was saying. However, he was fairly confident that his gestures and the tone of his voice would be enough to illustrate his "defeat."