Mori looked down at the small kitten and smiled, holding out a hand. "Hello, luv. Aren't you just precious? Your name's Pepper? Mine's Mori. It's a pleasure to meet you." They softly stroked the kitten, letting it onto half a folded lap, if it so chose.
Even addressing the small kitten, he seemed exhausted. From life or death situation to overt masking to ripping his ribcage open and exposing his heart, Mori was drained of it.
But the mask was gone. No pretending, no Morbid Socialite, no rules of engagement or elegance or social niceties. Just pure Mori, all ruddy and awkward and genuine and real. He was bleeding (metaphorically, this time) from an open gap in his chest and it pooled into something unfamiliar and all at once recognizable.
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Date: 8 Jul 2025 04:47 (UTC)Even addressing the small kitten, he seemed exhausted. From life or death situation to overt masking to ripping his ribcage open and exposing his heart, Mori was drained of it.
But the mask was gone. No pretending, no Morbid Socialite, no rules of engagement or elegance or social niceties. Just pure Mori, all ruddy and awkward and genuine and real. He was bleeding (metaphorically, this time) from an open gap in his chest and it pooled into something unfamiliar and all at once recognizable.