a little something drabble.
(riku is a silvery white blue cat)
the color is almost like the clouds and the sky. a mix. when the white of the clouds blend just right and a silvery white with the softest blue. that was the color. that sounded right.
and maybe. maybe. if clouds weren't just water and air and other stuff. maybe. it'd have the same texture. silky and smooth and soft. slippery as it slid from his fingers. maybe the clouds would slide from his fingers like the most ground up sand ever too.
except.
petting—wait, no. stroking, touching, playing? There really isn't any kind of manly word for this kind of thing. oops. but he doesn't seem to mind?
but he remembers burgundy red hair. fingers running through pink red colors. because she asked and he couldn't say no.
sorry.
but it was sort of the same texture just not the color of clouds and sky. and she-
she didn't really feel as comfortable as this. a sky cloudy colored head on his lap. it didn't fit like puzzle pieces.
they made the same kind of contented noises but at the same time they didn't. it was sort of like an mmm noise for her but for him? he almost practically purred.
like a cat.
…snort.
what'd you say? he mutters drowsily.
he just rolls his eyes says he didn't say anything and to silence anymore protests, runs his fingers through silvery hair again. taking special care to start from the roots to the tips and the purring starts up again.
hey, riku?
hm?
you're a cat.
his eyes open, staring up at blue, blue eyes that seem like they're smiling and smiling.
…a cat?
you purr when I pet you sora explains
I- …shutup. and eyes like the ocean. an ocean with bright bright greens and swirls of blue close again.
a lovely lovely laugh spills out to sweeten the air and riku smiles just a little.
okay.
he was a cat for a sky with the sun.
a sora.