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[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — she thought that seeing a moon coated in a regal red instead of its usual cold silver would be interesting. let's just say that adelaide was disappointed with what lies were spoken. it was a dumb movie. she was about to strike something up, yell at moon for lying and storm out, cause a ruckus, anything. that's until she heard the familiar sound of harp strings. they were watching...the aristocats? immediately, she had felt her anger fizzle out like a flame running across water.

alright, so, she liked the aristocats for one reason. it was her childhood favorite. she remembered being so naive and young, her fragile heart captured by the romance of an upperclass lady and a man as poor as mice. how her eyes stole the stars from the skies when she had watched such a simple movie, falling deeper in love. it helped her escape the chaos of her family. this was a good, wholesome movie.

settling down herself, the suddenly awestruck mutt had been captivated by the gentle music and soft scene. tails intertwined, the atmosphere soft and easy. the moon shining down upon the blossoming lovers. it was always in her dreams as a child. sometimes...it still is.