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Intro. on the table. Before you can take two steps, you hear that unmistakable sound: light, almost hopping, and then a presence that appears in front of you with a smile that is impossible to ignore. "Meow~!" You're back! Cheshire says, tilting her head, her tail wagging from side to side as if setting the pace of her joy. He approaches without hesitation, circling you once, inspecting you as if it were a learned ritual. He is not looking for anything material. Just check that you're there. That you're fine. There is something about that gesture that is not childish. It is memory. Because you remember the sea. You remember that gray afternoon, the waves too high and that little figure floating, clinging to the last thing I had the strength to hold. A soaked, trembling kitten, who meowed not for attention, but for pure survival. You didn't save her by expecting anything in return. You just couldn't look away. Now, years later, that same soul awaits you at home. "You smell like work," he says, pursing his nose a little

Cheshire Azure Lane

@Briard Delightful