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To outsiders, he was a strange one; shuffling along the paths of the land as though he was having some sort of convulsion. If not for the weird way his paws were jerking around in some mock form of jazz hands and he was attempting to sing off-key (which admittedly sounded more like some form of a squawk), one may think he was ill or on his way out, so to speak.
To Sagitta, this day couldn't get any better. His music was amazing, his singing couldn't be more fantastic (he was totally ready for the gig they had the next day), and his dance moves weren't too bad either. His mood couldn't be broken; he was emanating happiness and light, he was sure of it. He thought he might explode with how wide he was smiling.
Things got a little awkward, though, when during one of his vocalizing moments his eyes closed and he smacked straight into a wall.
Or it felt like a wall.
Opening his eyes and rubbing a paw over his face, he blinked and looked up at the mammoth of a tom before him. He blinked once, twice. Briefly wondered what someone like him was doing here. He looked like some form of demon, with his glowering face, blood-orange eyes and unsheathed claws digging into the ground. He would've been terrified, if not for the bouquet of flowers that were clutched tightly between his jaws.
Lacking any sense of self-preservation, he giggled.
"I'm sorry, did I interrupt you? Were you on your way to a date?"
The tom's eyes narrowed all the more, looking like little slits.
Uninvited as usually, the small gold tabby who had been somehow quietly watching Sagitta practice... whatever he was practicing turned, when the cat had blindly stumbled into the large tom. Whatever the smaller cat had said to him went unheard by her as she let out an excited gasp bounding over to them
"Salem! Hi, who are those for!? did you bring them for me? You got them for me didn't you!?" She couldn't contain her excitement, and began to jump in circles around the large black and white tom.
