▐│∶x∶; — thanks to the cooler weather, they might not have much luck with the cows. they'd be more likely to huddle near trees and group together by any form of shelter from the wind. the temperature as-is wasn't horrible... it was that damned wind chill that dug into your skin like claws. but. there's an alternative.
he has no idea if she'll like it ( feli's always been a difficult read, and for good reason ). still. it's worth a shot. and he'd have to find the little gremlins a home one way or another; might as well start with someone he trusts.
❛ hey, felicyta. c'mere a minute. ❜
dolcetto waves to get her attention, gesturing for her to come over as he leans halfway through the kitchen door.
❛ i got somethin' you might like. ❜
he ducks back through the doorframe, stepping to the already tipped over box on the floor. the damned kittens must have piled up on the side in an attempt to follow him. dol kneels down, righting the box and gingerly scooping them off the floor as they wiggle and mew. he holds up the one that's darkest gray ( whatever color it actually is ) and snorts at it when it squeals.
❛ you rascals are lucky you're cute. ❜
and he plops the little thing back into the box. they weren't cows ( pff; far from it ), but they were still fuzzy, warm, and purred like crazy once held. even if feli didn't want to keep one... at least she might get some enjoyment out of holding one. letting it nuzzle into the crook of her neck or... something.
he knew her birthday was around this time. don't think she gave him an exact date, just an absent mutter about it being early in the month. the four kittens he'd found earlier that week weren't much, but. eh. she'd wanted to know what cows felt like. this was the next best thing.
