<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Cat, Hare, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em><br/><br/><br/>Did not like. Did not like. Not at all. Not in the least. Too purring a voice, too wickedly pleased. Familiar but not, forgotten and not just right, whatever it was that was causing the Dormouse's fright. <br/><br/>But pretty, so pretty, that little golden bottle that gleamed in the air, regardless of weather.The girl bit her lower lip, not meaning for her attention to so slip; but pretty, and shinny and almost sweet, yet then she remembered just how they had come to meet. Bad voice, tricky voice, coaxing and clever; <em>lying voice</em>, false voice, it wanted them to sever. But she wouldn't leave Cat and Cat wouldn't leave her, she had promised, she had, so very sure. <br/><br/>Too close he came and too quickly at that, she whimpered and tremble fighting the urge to pull back. Breathe, just breathe, she chanted in her mind. Sadly it felt like a false empty line. Yet gather he did the tears from her heart, how happy she was when once again they were apart. It had been softened some by those oh so gentle touches, soothing and sweet, teasing caresses. Cat, Cat, just focus on her that wasn't too hard and it was all she needed to do to let down a little of her guard. Treats, she didn't care for treats yet her heart gave a happy little skip of a beat to be called her Kitty Cat's sweet. <br/><br/>"Yes...." came the soft, the frail voice of the Mouse, "Yours," Was the whisper of adoration even fear could not douse. Meek, shy, demure little thing, she would have still fought to prove what she said she did mean. The tone of her Cat had her atremble in reply, and yet inside her it warmed her and made her emit a little happy sigh. <br/><br/>The next comment confused, no pain, relief was felt yet Cat shared not the same; she wanted to be hurt by man's hands? Oh dear, oh my, she did not like this man. A nuzzle along her shoulder did soothe, intake a breath Dor did, though hardly she move for here was comfort in the arms of her Cat, lost for so long and now found like a long lost hat. She didn't want to be sweet but she was, she knew, sweet and meek. Weak. Another whimper, a squirm back into the arms that she was held in, not another touch from him, oh please not again. Something about the man in his rumpled suit made her skin claw with shudders and shakes, being polite, a proper smile, that she could not fake. "Are we done now?" She asked, slight whine to her tone, oh how so happy she was that he had not found her alone.<br/><br/>Something about him, some hint of inner quality, feral she thought, yes feral and heartless tied in but not apart. "Catch up...we need to catch up don't we Kitty Cat? Alone, just us two is best for that." Rude were her words and a blush they did cause but still they trembled from full lips without too much a pause.</span></span>