cats of all types and sizes are god’s perfect killing machines and i can only hope and dream to achieve the raw athletic potential and destructive force that felids are capable of. all while looking like :3
There are two types of ocean observers in the world: those who gaze into the eyes of a giant deep-sea isopod and see absolute adorableness, and those who find them completely creepy. Which team are you?
Look at this friend I made on my way home the other day! What a glorious creature! So gracile and smooth! Truly a peak being. What a privilege it is to share this time in Earth’s history with creatures like this.
“ kanna, mreow..? ” gin/@buddymuses trots over to her, his bright green eyes filled with concern. he pauses, shuffling his feet as he seems to consider something. he looks around for a moment before turning his gaze back to kanna, then down to the ground.
“ here, meow. you can hold mew-chan, woof. always makes me feel better, mrrrp. ” he extends his arms, offering the cat pillow to kanna. gin looks quite nervous. “ just f-for a little bit, arf. if you want, mew. ”
The girl looks over towards Gin as he approaches. She wonders why, always having noted the youngest among them to remain around people such as Sara. She couldn't blame him, of course, since having someone to lean on in such an environment was paramount for one's mental health. Kanna could understand that better than anyone else, with how she so desperately clung to the coattails of those who knew better than she did.
So when he makes such an offer to her, she's somewhat surprised. Certainly, she looks downtrodden. She had ever since she awoke in this horrible place. She wished she was better at hiding such things, but it seemed everyone could notice how she was acting, even the ones who had other things to deal with. Was she truly so weak to need comfort from everyone she'd met?
Despite the thoughts that swarm her head, she tries not to acknowledge them in front of Gin. He was offering something important to him... That was something she could be thankful for on her own. She gently takes the plush toy into her hands. It's soft in her hands, and it makes her smile, at least a little bit.
"Thank you, Gin... That's really sweet of you-" she replies. It surely couldn't stop the near constant race of her mind. And yet, it was something to help. For her, that was enough.