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Originally Posted by Silver Pinneaple
Maplekit purred as she tossed the ball into the air. “Here!” She batted it at him, and the moss flew through the air like a sparrow. Maplekit crouched, waiting for its return.
@Panic! (at the Disco) |
Spiritstorm batted the ball of moss back towards the kit, amused. He felt a warm little feeling in his chest. Being able to play this game - act like a kit free from judgement - made him feel a bit at ease. And Maplekit was contagiously enthusiastic.