catgirl_dogboy fyn gula there were many things he thought of that he liked about her, sitting by the window watching strangers exit from a transit bus, astronauts stepping foot on an undiscovered planet. how she arched her back after waking, how she swatted him when he made fun of her. the signature way of vocalizing her contentment. that anywhere she went was suddenly beautiful because she was there. and as the strangers stumbled inside the cafe and temporarily made eye contact, he wanted to run up to them, shaking the tail he could of had, smiling, shouting. "look what i have!" maybe they would pat him on the head and tell him how good he did. 010305 what's it to you? who go blather from