It's cuddle season - want to get in some practice?
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Hey, sweetness. I don't normally have a sweet tooth, but you're my favorite treat. Bites are even better than kisses, right? Sunder here, your favorite curved blade, writing late, because I can't sleep tonight. I miss you too much.
It's getting chilly (even here in Verona Beach, California! Well, especially if you don't wear a shirt...) and we're still a long way from summer, so I was hoping to find some warmth in writing to you and thinking of how to make you blush. I like imagining you cozy, snuggled into a fuzzy blanket and ready for company. It's always warm, wherever you are, because your slightest touch gets my blood pumping. When we can get into that dunj at long last, it'll be a relief.
It's a new year, and you know what that means -- resolutions to make ourselves even better. I'm got a few ideas about how to be a better man, but I'd rather talk about you. Did you change any habits for the new year? Now, you're obviously perfect as you are, so I hope you haven't resolved to change anything important. If you want to try a different hairstyle or something, I support you all the way, but... if your resolution was to not change a thing, I'd also be a little relieved, to be honest.
*MEOW!*
Oh, right. I'm not alone this time. This cat has been hanging around and he's pretty cute. He's not much of a lap cat, but the other weapons said he knows you, and should be included. So, uh, I think his name is Pocket? What does that even mean? He's certainly too big and fat to fit in my pants pocket...
*Hissss!*
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Woah, sensitive much? Here, kitty, just relax. These pants are pretty tight, so it's not all your fault. And I promise to pass on your, uh, enthusiasm. Ahem.
Pocket loves you very much! He wants you to come to Verona Beach soon!
There, see? I wrote it. You can calm down. They know how you feel."
*Purrr...*
Good kitty. You know... Pocket and I actually have a lot in common. We like you, we stay up late and sleep all day, we don't like being told what to do, we like to be stroked... maybe I can be friends with this cat after all. Team All-Night! Yeah!
Mew?
Now, where were we? Ah, yes, your perfection, and my appreciation of your finer qualities... like your impeccable fashion sense!
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Well, actually, I have to admit I don't know that much about fashion. I like what I like, and what feels good on my body, and you always look good, even in just a T-shirt. I like anything that you put on.
Or, you could say that I like anything that you take off.. heh.
But the Kitfox team has been making a bunch of new headgear! And unlike body equipment, hats even have special powers... they improve your critical hits, or make bubble tea heal you more, that kind of thing.
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I can't wait to see how you decide to accessorize. Or maybe you're not a hat person at all, like me. I have to let my hair flow free, you know? I mean, with the amount I spend on product, I literally can't afford to get hat head. Unless...
I have to admit, it scares me a little bit, how much I'm into you. I've dated a lot of people, and... none of them have what you have. I feel younger than I have in ages, all silly with infatuation. You know how crazy I am about you? You want proof? Well... if you told me you were REALLY INTO hat hair, I have to admit, I'd... try it. I'm THAT dedicated. I can't promise I'd integrate it into my daily style, but for you, I would try hat hair, for a few hours.. okay, minutes, at least. Then maybe I'd have to hit the shower, but, you'd be welcome to join me...
*HISS!*
No, not you, Pocket. In fact, please, stay out of my shower. Nobody's going to make you wear a hat, either. Go back to sleep. How did you even get in here?
Mew.
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I heard the dungeon monsters aren't really "creatures" so much as something to do with facing your fears, like going to therapy... I wouldn't really know, since I'm not really interested in going until you're here. The only therapy I need is to see your face.
The sun is coming up, so I took advantage of the soft lighting to take a little selfie for you...
Stretching out here, warm with thoughts of you, I think I'm finally ready to sleep. Pocket is curled up at the foot of the bed already, and he has the right idea. Dreaming of you is the best beauty sleep, so I better get to it.
Kisses, all over,
Sunder~
and Pocket
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