≽ 𝑐ʜᴇ𝑠ʜɪʀᴇ 𝑐ᴀᴛ. ≼

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 heard? ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐰e’re all 𝐦𝐚𝐝 here.

choose me or lose me, baby.

sooooo judgy.

might need some help retying his laces.

are you 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 yet?

He’s licking a wall.

he got into a cat fight, in cat form. which as you can imagine involved lots of screeching and squealing. so now his vocal chords are bruised and he sounds all croaky. oh woe is me.

knowing full well she means it when she says she’s not getting up, he doesn’t bother to try and persuade, instead he’s slipping of the ledge and walking over to hold out the cigarette for the older woman to take it.

of course he is. this is his favourite ledge, the least he can do is be grateful for the hospitality. his own cigarette now lit, he offers the open box towards the woman so she can take one.

oh he’d like to see that. especially in her current lack of clothing. he doesn’t say anything, he just pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and places one between his lips.

“I say a lot of things, words and words and words and words. sometimes a truth, sometimes a lie. maybe this will be the last time.” sitting sideways on the large ledge, back against the wall, knees drawn into chest. “I already told you why I’m here.”

she needn’t cover up. he’s well versed in the female anatomy. besides, he just wants a window ledge to nap on. “Please, continue.” big wide grin. “I’ll make it my last visit, noona.”

you left your window open again, noona. temperature, or physical attraction?

are you hot, or are you cold?