[ cloud's ears shine a brassy gold, the curvature of his tail swaying idly -- the anxiety he had normally been so keen to repress and tuck away beneath the veil of stoicism pricks and prods at his newfound features. there are twitches, fur rippling and shifting, as he ambles down the hall.
he's striding up the pathway to daan's room -- the hall reserved for 7s, a far cry from the basement and the middling floors. heat coils in the pit of his stomach, unsatisfied; there's this urge, this desire to curl into someone, to relish their each and every touch.
he sees pinocchio. his throat dries, and his thoughts stray. his body works against him -- and he draws closer, nearer, watchful eyes settling onto his skin. ]
...Pinocchio. [ he mutters. ] You've-- You been okay? Everything's... kind of crazy right now, yeah?
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he's striding up the pathway to daan's room -- the hall reserved for 7s, a far cry from the basement and the middling floors. heat coils in the pit of his stomach, unsatisfied; there's this urge, this desire to curl into someone, to relish their each and every touch.
he sees pinocchio. his throat dries, and his thoughts stray. his body works against him -- and he draws closer, nearer, watchful eyes settling onto his skin. ]
...Pinocchio. [ he mutters. ] You've-- You been okay? Everything's... kind of crazy right now, yeah?