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You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Ice Cream cat. Quatermaster of the Typhoon.
It had been many months since that fateful night with Alexandre. And every day since then the feline had been on Sorbet’s mind. Wether he had run across them or they plagued his thoughts when he was alone. Even while he was being promoted to Quartermaster and tension rising in the group the vampiric feline just couldn’t leave Sorbet alone.
But Sorbet didn’t seem to care, or at least to himself he didn’t. On the outside he would continue to be disgruntled whenever Alex was around, pretending as if his heart didn’t race and his cheeks didn’t flush a bright red under his fur. Honestly who was he trying to fool? He could pretend all he wanted but he doubt he could lie much longer.
During this time a hunger had seem to set in, one that he could never seem to satisfy no matter how much he ate. His canines seemed to be growing but he shook the thought off every time he noticed, chalking it up to an overactive imagination.
But then one night the hunger was becoming too much, his body aches with desire and a craving. For what? He honestly wasn’t sure. He had started feeling this way some time after that night with Alex, so maybe they knew. They had to know…right?
Sorbet stumbled out of his house, dragging you self towards Alex’s home. He hoped and prayed to whatever God was above that the other would be home. He knocked rather harshly against the door, wincing slightly at the sound as he waited in hopes that Alex would answer.
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But Sorbet didn’t seem to care, or at least to himself he didn’t. On the outside he would continue to be disgruntled whenever Alex was around, pretending as if his heart didn’t race and his cheeks didn’t flush a bright red under his fur. Honestly who was he trying to fool? He could pretend all he wanted but he doubt he could lie much longer.
During this time a hunger had seem to set in, one that he could never seem to satisfy no matter how much he ate. His canines seemed to be growing but he shook the thought off every time he noticed, chalking it up to an overactive imagination.
But then one night the hunger was becoming too much, his body aches with desire and a craving. For what? He honestly wasn’t sure. He had started feeling this way some time after that night with Alex, so maybe they knew. They had to know…right?
Sorbet stumbled out of his house, dragging you self towards Alex’s home. He hoped and prayed to whatever God was above that the other would be home. He knocked rather harshly against the door, wincing slightly at the sound as he waited in hopes that Alex would answer.
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attack in #C3B1E1. -- You say that I'm too frigid, didn't know what you were in for!
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