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soft flash rp <3 also stealing your format for this @ian
"-- and that's why we're investigating the Sunflower Cottage," Meer was saying, trotting merrily along the dirt path. Perhaps if he knew the cottage's other name- the Witch's House!- he might not have been so eager to go. Or, in all likelihood, the prospect of a wizardry and wonder would make him more eager. He glanced over at his companion with a snaggletooth grin. "We're going to solve Mallowwhatever's murder!"
Zesty raised a single brow, a chuckle radiating from his chest. "Mallowwhatever, huh?" he teased, offering the tom a flick on his shoulder. Of course, it had been no hard sell to get the tom to accompany him on this journey; after all, the prospect of an adventure was seldom lost on Zebrakit. "Do you think we'll find anything cool to take home as a souvenir?"
"Oh, I'll make sure of it," his fellow fawned. And Meer was likely to, what with his particularly grabby paws and penchant for pilfering. The scrawny calico paraded slightly ahead of his best buddy, mud from the still-damp soil splattered across his paws and underbelly. He'd keep half the nursery up later that night for all the hell he'd raise over the muck- cleanliness was a newfound novelty to him- but for now, swinging along through frond and fern, he didn't seem to mind. "You think we'll see her ghost?"
"I'm sure you will," he meowed with a tip of his striped head, amusement in his gaze. He was quite fond of his best friend, a whimsical smirk almost always on his face any time the duo were together, which was often. After a moment of thought, he responded. "Well, I'll be quite disappointed if we don't, old chap." Zebrakit blinked dark eyes as they continued, feeling the earth squish below his paws. If he was fond of Meer, he was not fond of gross things, and the muck was gross. Still, he wasn't one to complain, it ruined the charm. "And if we don't, we can try to ~*summon*~ her. I'm sure it can't be hard, right?"
The decrepit roof of the structure was beginning to unfurl between the gnarled branches and bursting leafy growths, and Meer's enthusiasm only seemed to amplify the closer they got. "A summoning you say, old son?" His pale gaze twinkled. "Why, it's a date!"
There were none beside Zest the combative tom could feel quite so carefree around. The pair might have hungered for frivolous things, like food and shelter, before, but friendship was never something they lacked. Meer anchored a bony elbow into Zebrakit's ribcage before scampering off ahead, padding up to the slanted wood porch. "I betcha we can get in up yonder," he mulled, distinguishing a kitten-sized hole in the rotting siding.
ew there was only one enter between the paragraphs i almost yakked
"A date? With you?" he meowed, his voice sounding shocked. He stuck out his tongue in faux disgust. "As if!"
When the tom elbowed him, Zest let out a squeak. "Coward! Ain't very fair to hit me and run, is it?" he giggled as he followed, his pace quickening slightly. Whhen he caught up, he nudged him with his shoulder, before looking up at the cottage. "Looks pretty ominous for a Sunflower Cottage, don't ya think?" he meowed, his excitement at the prospect of exploring barely contained. Curiously, he took off to investigate. His gaze flickered across the structure, noticing a hole in the side paneling just large enough for a kitten to squeeze into. "Two seashells says you can't fit in there anymore." Of course, neither of the toms were very big, still rather scrappy from their unfortunate start. But, hey, Zest didn't mind the idea of finding Meer some real nice shells.
