β¦
β¦
β¦
β¦
β¦
β¦
β¦
β¦
β¦
β¦
βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
γΙΞΉΞ±ΖΟgΟ Ρ cΟΖΟΡ:#A4D3EE β ΡΠ½ΟΟ gΠ½Ρ cΟΖΟΡ #FFADB9γ
|| Banners || Someone to You ||
γΙΞΉΞ±ΖΟgΟ Ρ cΟΖΟΡ:#A4D3EE β ΡΠ½ΟΟ gΠ½Ρ cΟΖΟΡ #FFADB9γ
|| Banners || Someone to You ||
Clover hesitated, then nodded. To some extent, Khryia still smelled to her, it just wasn't as bad as the kitten always made it out to be. Perhaps it was because of Khryia's lack of hygienic practice, but maybe all she really needed was a bath to get rid of her smell? Clover hoped so, maybe if they told Khryia that then the dragon would be more willing to jump into the tub when they needed her to? The kitten stiffened as Khryia hugged her, then slowly relaxed, trying to raise her arms to return it. She clung to Khryia's robe, being the only way that she could hold on. When Maple arrived, she gasped at the sight of the two of them getting along and placed the dresses down to take a commemorative photo. Clover blushed, Maple lifting her to prepare her for the wedding.
Once her dress was on, Maple ran a brush through Clover's hair, parting it on the side to make a waterfall braid. She dabbed makeup onto her younger twin's face as well, making her as pretty as a picture. Once Maple was done with herself, she turned towards the others to see who needed help. Clover reached out, her hand scritching Khryia's horn. The dragon made strange sounds in response, perhaps they were her way of purring? Clover turned to look a Erika, her eyes widening. "Erika looks beautiful," the kitten admired, a knock on the door drawing their attention to Julian, who had outdone them all. Why, Julian looked more feminine than any of the girls did, the way his dress swished when he walked, heels clacking on the floor with confident steps.
It was time to go, Maple placed Clover in her special new chair, she was going to take the handles, but relented and allowed Erika to drive Clover instead. The kitten leaned back against the seat, her ears twitching as they exited the bedroom that these days, Clover barely left. They stopped in front of the entrance, Rosemary blocking their path. It wasn't yet time to enter, so they would wait here until the men arrived to start the procession. "Rosemary looks wonderful," Clover complimented, receiving a pat on the head from the woman. For someone who was blind, she sure got around easily. Clover purred at the scritches, her tail picking up speed, which in turn, made her pant. "Oh no, you're going to ruin your lipstick!" Maple leaned down, having so far, much like her sister, missed Sera's advances.