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[hurricane-heights]

i’ve only got two tundras but i heard it was tundra share day!

the one on top is my boy oculus, he’s an author that writes books that are a little too specific to the reader’s interests, and it differs for each person. yes he’s an eye avatar lmao i have tma dragons

and the one on bottom is rusty! he’s my guardian/god of autumn and likes to curl up by the fireplace with a book and some warm tea :]

[firebirds-flaming-art-blog]

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Saw a post that said something along the lines of Heist sized Dorothy and Rusty being incredibly cursed, I silently disagreed, now I’m loudly disagreeing. Admittedly I like the way I did Dorothy more then I did Rusty but I still love them both. I hope to see them both in Heist 2

[nyanyazuka-blog]

Animal

{ ✖ } - A quiet morning, still busy from the amounts of people dragging themselves with work, but not so crowded that it makes it unpleasant, it’s nice. Takeru is off to visit Mother Donut, keeping a close eye at the time, knowing exactly when the fresh batches are done, and what specials were on the board on this day. When the visits have been a routine for years, those things stick.

{ ✖ } - After the visit to the doughnut shop, waving goodbye to the cashiers who are far too familiar with the regular, he looks forward to munching on the sweet treats throughout the morning as he works.

{ ✖ } - On his way, a meow behind him catches his attention. He shakes his head, choosing to ignore it for now, not wanting the doughnuts to become stale... but the meowing continues, and he finds himself turning around, kneeling down, reaching out and letting the cat nuzzle against his fingers. The sight brings a warmth to his chest, setting down the bag of treats, in favour of picking up the cat. No one’s around, so... so it’s okay, there’s no rush, no hurry, or scramble, setting back to rest a bit... that much isn’t so bad

{ ✖ } - He lifts the chat high in the air, looking up at it. Time seems to slow down briefly with his furry friend, the streets aren’t filled with bustling, the wind is pleasant, and the whole scene is... it’s.. it’s nice.

{ ✖ } - During his wordless staring contest with the feline, he couldn’t help but notice something. It looked… eerily similar to Hoshino. Perhaps it was the large eyes that twinkled, scanning him with curiousity, though somewhat cautiously. Perhaps it was the soft brown fur that framed the face of the cat. Perhaps it was how eager it was to accept his presence, going as far as to follow him persistently to where they stand now. 

{ ✖ } - The comparisons bring a smile to his lips. That Hoshino... she really is something else... An idiot... a stupid cat... but most importantly, she was his partner... Wagging her tail for him, eyes alight when their gazes met, she’s... she’s cute.... Not that he would tell her so directly, but she’s wasn’t... not his type.

{ ✖ } - His attention returns to the cat in hand, when the aforementioned stretches its paws forward to paw at his cheeks. He lifts it up higher, feeling delighted amusement at the stray’s attempts to play. Though their moments together have been rather quiet, the only sounds in air happen to be the chirping of the birds and buzzing cicadas he chooses to break their comfortable peace, 

{ ✖ } -“Nya,” He says softly to it, a gently expression present in his eyes, through his smile. It’s rare for him to feel so relaxed, especially when work is calling on and on, and it never seems to stop, never seems to give him the chance to breathe...

{ ✖ } - Well, that’s changed now with Hoshino-

{ ✖ } -“Nya? Aha, Takeru-kun, you look so happy! What a rare sight!”

{ ✖ } - The appearance shoots a sense of shock down his back. The cat quickly jumping free from his grasp, as if sensing the presence of a nuisance of a man. Within not even seconds, that gently expression is wiped off, a look filled with annoyance ready to take its place.As he watches it scurry, all he can think is that he’s jealous that it won’t be pursued by Okazaki. An afternoon with a little cat that had probably followed him due to the smell of his pastries had been ruined, he’s disappointed and has only one person- the owner of the voice- to blame.

{ ✖ } - Thanks Okazaki.

{ ✖ } - With a bitter look, he sighs and stands up from his position. Dusting off his pants, maybe, maybe if he walks away fast enough, he can pretend he doesn’t know who this strange creature calling his name is-

{ ✖ } - “Takeru-kun, can I have a donut? They smell so good! Mineo’s pudding was tasty but...”

{ ✖ } - His thoughts tune out the ‘odd buzzing sounds’ of that are getting louder with each step. His eyes stare forward, pretending that it’s not even there, as he takes a turn, he notices the cat that had left him before crept into the alley and was looking his way.

{ ✖ } - For a brief second, he smiles, and with the next second... he swears that the cat, blinking slowly at him, was trying to smile back.