12-29-2017, 04:28 AM
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// [member=7840]ROSS H.[/member]
sunny was a pretty extroverted type of guy. for the most part, he had many friends, and though for the most part those relationships were superficial, he still liked having them. they made him feel important, somehow. they were his friends, but they hardly knew him. that was how most relationships of his were, it seemed. he supposed that was sort of a good thing, though. then they wouldn't have to see his dark sides. he had only ever truly known one person and he was... well, he was long gone. any actual friendships he had ever had were friendships now thousands of years old and had started when he was about 1,000 years old, at the time he had first started being his father's messenger. it was sort of embarrassing that his only friends were mortals, but at least that meant he didn't have to deal with them for long. it never took too much time for them to die.
currently, sunny knew almost no one. he had met... what, two people? by now, but even still, they had only exchanged maybe a maximum of 10 words. that wasn't much of a friendship, was it? was it even an acquaintance? probably not. which was why marisol was feeling a bit lonely. he missed having people to chat with, even if they were nobodies to him. they were just... nice to have.
so when he saw a guy sitting against one of the only trees in the valley, he automatically began to approach them. if he wanted to make friends, he would have to put in the effort, right? right.
as he came closer, he realized the guy was holding a book. marisol found this interesting. he had met animals like the ones living here before- you know, talking, thinking, self-aware animals- but very rarely had he ever seen their kind reading books. he loved books himself, being a lover of the arts in general thanks to his mothers, so his curiosity was piqued.
when he was under the tree, marisol sat back on his haunches and tilted his head quizzically at the tiny cat before purring, "why hello there." his tone was a bit intimidating, but that was typical of his stuck-up self. he just couldn't help it at this point. still, he hoped that didn't frighten the guy- he wanted to talk to him. maybe even make a friend. oh, how nice that would be. (maybe. unless the guy was more of a jerk than was originally assumed. then he would have a problem.)
sunny was a pretty extroverted type of guy. for the most part, he had many friends, and though for the most part those relationships were superficial, he still liked having them. they made him feel important, somehow. they were his friends, but they hardly knew him. that was how most relationships of his were, it seemed. he supposed that was sort of a good thing, though. then they wouldn't have to see his dark sides. he had only ever truly known one person and he was... well, he was long gone. any actual friendships he had ever had were friendships now thousands of years old and had started when he was about 1,000 years old, at the time he had first started being his father's messenger. it was sort of embarrassing that his only friends were mortals, but at least that meant he didn't have to deal with them for long. it never took too much time for them to die.
currently, sunny knew almost no one. he had met... what, two people? by now, but even still, they had only exchanged maybe a maximum of 10 words. that wasn't much of a friendship, was it? was it even an acquaintance? probably not. which was why marisol was feeling a bit lonely. he missed having people to chat with, even if they were nobodies to him. they were just... nice to have.
so when he saw a guy sitting against one of the only trees in the valley, he automatically began to approach them. if he wanted to make friends, he would have to put in the effort, right? right.
as he came closer, he realized the guy was holding a book. marisol found this interesting. he had met animals like the ones living here before- you know, talking, thinking, self-aware animals- but very rarely had he ever seen their kind reading books. he loved books himself, being a lover of the arts in general thanks to his mothers, so his curiosity was piqued.
when he was under the tree, marisol sat back on his haunches and tilted his head quizzically at the tiny cat before purring, "why hello there." his tone was a bit intimidating, but that was typical of his stuck-up self. he just couldn't help it at this point. still, he hoped that didn't frighten the guy- he wanted to talk to him. maybe even make a friend. oh, how nice that would be. (maybe. unless the guy was more of a jerk than was originally assumed. then he would have a problem.)
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[b][i]i guess we can never be friends *:･ﾟ✧