First Level | West side REPRESENNTTTT.

[rodeospike]

[This shota can be found wandering the the towns. Searching for some entertainment that he would like to call "books". After all, this place had a... vintage look to it. So there was bound to be a bookstore or two around here, dammit! HE WILL FIND

Comments

[walksonrooftops]

[Here shota, have a catman rummaging around a pile of books.
Asato doesn't seem to care how he's got them strewn about; he just wants to look through everything and see all the pictures. Anything with small print and no pictures is set off into another pile, but if he finds something with illustrations or photographs, he takes his sweet time paging through, taking in the wealth of new information. He can't claim to understand, but he likes to just see. If the books belong to anyone, they'd probably be rather upset about the mess he's making.

When he looks up there's a face in the window. His fur bristles in surprise and he reflexively tosses down the biology book he was holding, as if wanting to separate himself from responsibility for the pile of books strewn about him.]

[walksonrooftops]

[His tail sways side to side with the cadence of the words, his ears perked and alert to listen to Jr. read. He doesn't really get it, but it sounds impressive, and he likes the imagery. Soft grass sounds nice.]

The peppermint wind.

[He repeats it, testing it out. After a moment he smiles brightly and his tail begins to wag.]

I think I like poetry.