Consciousness slowly began its invasion of his slumber. Anton Kostaki’s right hand reached out to the spot next to him on the bed, though he knew it would be empty. The movement, however, caught someone else’s attention. As he retracted his hand to his side, his nose soon twitched, then twitched again. Whiskers. Soon after, light breathing cascaded his right cheek, while his scent was being inhaled.<br/><br/>“Seriously, Lics?” he inquired, pretending to be bothered. That was all the cat needed, as heavy purring now flooded her owner’s ears. Licorice, Anton’s black Persian, proceeded to make herself comfortable on his chest. If anything, her purring only increased in intensity and volume. Laughing, he said, “Very well.” He removed both hands from under the blankets and started to pet her, concentrating on her head and neck area, and under her chin.<br/><br/>Now stretched out on him, her purring remained unabated as she enjoyed his scritches. The cat stared directly into his eyes. “I know,” he said softly, returning her stare. “I miss her, too.”<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1065" data-username="@SilverVixen" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1065/">@SilverVixen</a>