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Originally Posted by Reflex
Jaggedsky | She/her | 12 moons"Oh! You like to go out at night?" She asked, suddenly intense. She shifted so that she was facing him. It wasn't supposed to come out quite like that but...she didn't really regret it. For some reason, she just had to know. Was she the only one who enjoyed the quite of the night, when the whole world was just as detached and hazy as she felt when she was alone, or alone among friends.
Would she be angry if he said no? Or relieved? She didn't want to be angry or disappointed but how could she hope for him to be something he wasn't...
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The tom laughed and nodded, "Why else would my name end in night," He teased. "Other then the end of my tail being black, anyway." He admired the she-cat. "Do you like to be out at night too?" Frankly, he figured the answer was yes based on how quick she jumped to the question, but it was always nice to make sure.