YOUNG AND SWEET ☆ paintbrush

[COSMIIX]

I'M IN TROUBLE, I'M AN ADDICT

The sound of someone's voice made the boy's tufted ears perk forward with a small frown on his maw, Paintbrush wincing slightly as he shifted his leg that he was holding up in the air as to not put pressure on it. He had his own trouble at the moment but, Paintbrush was never someone to turn down an individual who needed help or simply asked if anyone was out there. It wasn't in his nature so, with a muffled hiss, the liger rose to his paws trying to ignore the pain that he was currently feeling. He had been travelling for some time now and had gotten lost as well as losing his satchel that had most of his belongings, he hoped that he would find it all but part of him was doubtful in a sense. He began to limp over in the direction where he had heard the voice only to stop in his tracks as the smell of death clung onto the air causing the fur on his spine to prickle. Did the voice have a companion who died? No, he thought with a wrinkle of his snout not catching any other scents that were living... Just death. It made his stomach twist with unease.

Moving past the foliage that surrounded him, the liger eventually came face to face with a small feline with a rather odd appearance. But the scent of death definitely was coming from the smaller boy, he swallowed trying to fight the urge to say something about the smell. His wounded shoulder hidden within the foliage away from the eyes of the stranger, Paint wanted to be cautious. "I guess I'm that anybody, huh?" He began to speak with a sheepish grin slowly forming itself onto his maw, his ears flicking back as he glanced behind the other to see the remains of what seemed to be a boat. "Seems ya really ain't cut out for sailing..." He mused with a lash of his tail before introducing himself "I'm Paintbrush... You lost wayward soul,"

I'M ADDICTED TO THIS GIRL, SHE'S GOT MY HEART TIED IN A KNOT
AND MY STOMACH IN A WHIRL BUT EVEN WORSE I CAN'T
STOP CALLING HER, SHE'S ALL I WANT AND MORE

— Reggan