you claim to be 》pet

[lovekit.]

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YOU KNOW WHICH STARS BELONG,

✿ LOVEFOOL ROUX-BRANNON ✿
noun
⑊ the coward in wolf's clothing. ⑊ the plea to match that which has come before. ⑊ the regret of that which has come to past, and that which will come later. ⑊ the truth that you will never be ready, no matter how hard you try.

Lovefool really didn't know much about Riftweaver, despite the two of them being half-siblings. He had only heard bits and pieces about the other, and everything he heard was either vaguely upsetting or disappointing, particularly when it came to Rift's behavior. Not only that, but his whole situation with Brandy was hard to wrap one's head around, so Lo just... didn't try. He hadn't been all that close to his half-siblings anyways – and that relationship had only been further fragmented by his temporary disappearance – so he didn't see much of a point in trying to understand. Instead, he'd just take both Rift and Brandy as they were whenever he encountered them, which didn't seem to be too often, mainly since Love avoided going out as much as possible these days. Roxie was still mad at him, and considering Foampaw was now around to pester and spend time with, the hybrid found he had far better things to do than just be worrying about what everyone else was doing.

There were, unfortunately, certain situations where he was forced to go out, such as when he needed to get some food. He could catch things for himself, but it was a huge hassle to go all the way into the jungle in order to do so, and he often just decided to head for the tavern, instead. He had been on his way for a quick bite to eat when he stumbled upon Riftweaver, Vayne, and Lucy, as well as the screeching beast that was currently tucked into Rift's fur. Lo's ears pinned back at the sound, muttering as he shook his head from side to side, "Oh, that's just awful. Why is it so loud, is it some kind of baby?" The screeching thankfully seemed to die down as the possum curled against Rift's chest, although the frown on Lovefool's muzzle didn't shift at all. Instead, the hybrid just tilted his head to one side, questioning as he pointed at it with a paw, "Don't those things have diseases? Or bugs? I don't really think you should be coddling it like that..." Lo didn't really see the point of pets, especially considering the blurry line of where something was sentient and where it wasn't. Why not just go out and make an actual friend? Unless Rift just simply wasn't able to do so. In which case... well, he probably had bigger problems than just snuggling up to feral animals that were screeching in his face just a moment earlier.

YOU WEAR THEM ON YOUR FACE