#like it makes sm sense but i haven't connected the dots before u did

[midnightmah07]

Between a big and small feline This is short like me but meh enjoy :33

Running and gasping for air. Grace couldn’t seemed to find herself peace, there the big guy was following her to squeeze her guts out; Grace loves her personal space, and Floyd loves Grace’s personal space as well. As the Pomefiore girl closes the door, of the Botanical Garden with a loud noise. Waking up a certain lion from Savanaclaw that peacefully sleeps in there.

“Ugh.” A roar escape from Leona, as he raises his eyes up to see who is, instantly smirking. “Well, well, well. The scary cat is running away from her boyfriend, isn’t she?”

“He is not—“ She takes a deep breath. “I am trying to escape from Floyd.”

Leona raises his eyebrow. “Do I look like I care?” Rolling to the side he ignores whatever the cat beastwoman has to say.

“Right.”

The grits her teeth, jumping in on of the branches of a tree not very a far from Leona’s point of view. Leona huffs when he sees the notification of Isabelle, popping up. Telling him how “outrageous he is, and he is supposed to act more formally and appropriately around others”, or something like it. His eyes rolls, turning off his phone instantly. Closing his eyes to rest.

“I feel like I understand you, somehow.” Grace looks over the place he is. “We have hard times showing our emotions, and easily get annoyed and angry at everything.”

Leona kept his eyes closed, unknown if he is annoyed like she has said, or actually interested on what she means.

“We show affection by picking up fights, but somehow is always the wrong way. We are possessive over them, but we also want them away from us.”

He takes his phone when it dings with another notification of Isabelle: “Okay, we are talking when you feel like it. I am sorry.” Grace’s ears twitch slightly.

“It sucks, doesn’t it?”

“My fiancée is not a maniacal merman, Grace.” He reajustes his position, making Grace pout at his answer.

“Whatever!” She gets off the tree falling with her high heels set on the ground. She walks towards the door.

“Good luck, or whatever.”

Last words of Leona was somehow sweet. She opens and closes the door, to see Floyd on the floor with a bored expression, but lighting up when seeing her gaze, he takes by the hip, with both hands twirling around. She hisses and tries to get rid of him again, threatening him to scratch his face. But when he hugs her, she simply gives a light nimble on his cheek. Enough to make him complain, awhile Grace cross her arms with a pout. She could be angry, mad and even upset at him, but no. That was her way to show, her love for him, she stays close to him, she always come back, she always bites him, because Grace loves Floyd, even if not the way it is supposed to be shown.

Leona has its own way as well; he is arrogant, full of himself, a show off. Because, that’s his way to impress Isabelle, he wants to show her he is independent. He ignores her for pride, he wants her to think he can better than others, and being better means he won’t be her second best… He looks over his phone, “Whatever.” He almost sends, but deletes and rewrites to: “Okay, mouse.” He sends the message. Somethings never change. But then he writes another thing: “Just take care of yourself.” He is ready to press send and turn off his phone. Leona’s stubbornness will forever speak louder. He just wants her to understand him and fall for him. He wants her… Her to see, that he is trying. Trying for her.

Felines, may them be big or small, they always come around the same problems.

IM SOBBING MY POOR BABIES... MY KITTIES 😭😭

They love their partners sm but they SUCK at showing it...💔💔 It's ok they'll come around 🥺🥺

#💙! mah's answers #💙! Barbs's writting! #also i LOVE how you realized they're kinda similar #like it makes sm sense but i haven't connected the dots before u did #ANYWAYS ANOTHER 12/10 SCENARIO