07-25-2018, 12:34 PM
The tiny Striker was rather oblivious to physical attraction. If she was cute or pretty she didn't know it. Mostly, she tried not to wonder about it although sometimes the question flashed in her mind, especially after someone mentions something 'pretty' or 'lovely'. Keona didn't know what made the recipients those things. To her 'pretty' was something more like birdsong, or the sound of soft rain. Visible beauty was a mystery.
Perhaps Keona was 'cute' but it'd go over her head. The feline was smaller than a large jungle leaf, with still-appearing spots dotting her body. Her pale sea-green eyes were luminous, despite their disability, often gleaming with something akin to michief. Perhaps one day 'cute' would turn to 'pretty' or 'good-looking' but it'd make little difference to her. She had no idea what she, or anyone else, looked like.
"... Can I? I'd... Li to." She probably wasn't anywhere near Pincher's physical capabilities, but she was willing to struggle matching him and improve.
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Perhaps Keona was 'cute' but it'd go over her head. The feline was smaller than a large jungle leaf, with still-appearing spots dotting her body. Her pale sea-green eyes were luminous, despite their disability, often gleaming with something akin to michief. Perhaps one day 'cute' would turn to 'pretty' or 'good-looking' but it'd make little difference to her. She had no idea what she, or anyone else, looked like.
"... Can I? I'd... Li to." She probably wasn't anywhere near Pincher's physical capabilities, but she was willing to struggle matching him and improve.
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