【✜】
Mere watching as other interacts with feline, never to
intervene in her stoic observance. From stiff language
hinted by body nature, muscle under rippling skin coated
by fur of silk’s kin, already can she detect and know full
well that animal does not want to be touched or moved by
this girl’s means. Mouth shall not part for sake of word,
however, and soon focus of eye is to be trained upon that of
not fleeing cat but notebook presented.Out of corner of vision, indeed will she see the
pages from that time. For any other being to be
struck in fatality by Sabitsuki’s hand, it was never of
much importance. People ever .flow, never truly
finding death. The blossom before her, no
exception, as believed and proven. Hardly much of
the girl does she hold knowledge of, yet she finds
the same pain brought unto her as if she had
brought down the underwater girl, who always
stayed with her and produced bubbles in any
circumstance of either of their emotion. The last
person she can legitimately say in certainty, and
perhaps ever in this rusted existence, that is her
best friend.Damn her, then, if she was not to consider beings not
of human state in friendship status. Damn her further,
more than she could be now. It can always get worse,
but it can never get better.Lips press together for a moment and while she
views the inscription on paper before her, she does
not comprehend in reading in full definition.
Uncertainty, a sensation very quite rare so to ever
form plague onto her, yet now it would be so or at
least emotion esque of it. The words she give are
sudden and almost forceful, and Sabitsuki only
wishes to forget.“ Yeah. ”
“ I had…
I could be a cat, if I wanted. ”In days that had .flowed by her;
in days that Sabitsuki wishes to reclaim.
{ ✘♟✘ }
Confusion edges into the
sharpenings in her jaw,
slightly relieving expression
of pleasantry; rather than
communicating complaint,
however, girl simply stares.
Bewilderment is her
acquaintance in full, grasping
hold of her features and
etching them wider almost
comically so. Then it releases,
and she allows (uncharacteristic)
laugher to part her mouth. It
sounds strange, faltering; as if
the girl is unsure of which
sounds to use.
That is, in truth, the reason
for it’s sound not that she
would know, although, she
certainly would understand.
Eyebrows raise while she
appraises her notes, response
proper lost upon her as she
wonders if her friend could,
in fact, do as she claimed.
It was, in terms of the reality
she herself knew, a far-fetched
claim made by the morons
who truly believed, and
exponentially idiotic liars. However,
as far as she could tell (and
knew, by the nuances in her
interactions), Sabitsuki was neither
stupid, nor a liar.
At least, she didn’t believe so.
[ really? ]
[ turn into a cat, i’d like to see
that. ] voice would steep in her
somewhat sceptic thinking had
there been an ability for her to
utilize syllables in the correct
fashion. Eyebrows are kept in
their position, leaving crinkles
in her brow as she waits for
an answer from her. Mouth
creases itself in a slight smile.