Our little feral void girl Sage who I posted about a few days ago saying she was on her way out ... we decided to at least try and help her, because we could tell she wasn't ready to go despite all signs, and it was a GOOD call! Little girl has been at the cat hospital for a day and a half now getting fluids and vitamins etc. and she's already improving! She's hissing at them and moving around and eating on her own a little! Unfortunately she has been diagnosed with FIV(Cat HIV) which is manageable, and she may or may not have feluek. It looked like it could be a false positive on the feluek though, so we're having her retested, as if she's negative for it then we'll be making her an indoor cat with our girl Miso. ]
accepting the quest GO ON A STUPID LITTLE WALK FOR YOUR STUPID MENTAL HEALTH allows you to gain achievements like FEEL SLIGHTLY MORE ALIVE AND LIKE YOU EXIST IN THE WORLD and PET KITTY
i cant even properly explain how it emotionally affects me when my cat comes up to me for cuddles. small creature walks up to me, a giant, in search of a gentle touch, because he trusts me completely. that is what love is. that is what the universe is built for. i want to cry
Him waiting outside your door leaning on his motorbike all cool-like, but fumbling and falling over when he hears the door open. Deuce can’t help it! You appeared so suddenly, that his heart is racing at insane speeds.
Well, now that you’re in front of him, it’s pounding for an entirely different reason. A passionate beat, a rapid salsa dancing against his ribcage. With his cheeks flushed red, Deuce quite literally drags you on his bike, placing his helmet over your head. His gloved hands brush against the curve of your face as Deuce tightens or loosens the buckles, fixing them together with a sharp click.
Hey, he wouldn’t want you to get hurt on his watch. Tapping on the brim of his helmet, you see his lips curl up into a sheepish, boyish smile. You look…. Good, with his helmet.
It fits you.
These words leave his lips in quiet mutters, before Deuce’s eyes widen, and his cheeks flare a scarlet red. He said that out loud, did he? Urm, just forget it all!
He’s going to force himself to face forward after that, reviving up his motorbike. Yet even within all his embarrassment, Deuce still searches for your hands, fastening them around his waist. It’s an… added layer of security, don’t worry about it. Just to make sure you don’t go flying off, a piece of paper in the wind.
As you clutch on his jacket, lean a little closer. Maybe you’ll catch the poor love-sick boy’s whispered words: