As Slay padded along, he realized Mew had chosen a position by his side. He returned her nudge with a grateful smile, surprised but pleased with her act of friendship. He remembered the rainy day they had shared some time ago, shortly before he had become scarce. No words needed to be exchanged this time, but again, it lent the self-doubting male another ounce of his old confidence back. He could do this... couldn't he? To be there for those who needed him... Did anyone need him? Well, he would find out.
The dull rumbling of the waves drew his attentions, and Slay's ice-blue eyes fixated on the deep aquamarine sea, the tangy salt scent pervading everywhere. Don't look so glum, eh? Well, I'll do what I can... The piebald male trotted to the end of one of the docks, reveling in the strange slimy sensation of the water-damaged wood under his pawpads. Settling down on his underfed belly, Slay let his ebony forepaws dangle over the edge, splashing the surface of the ocean. He flashed a grin back at those he had not met before - Alexey, DaVinci, Kol, Savina - and splashed his paws again, inviting them all to try it. They might not be as easily amused as he was, but if this meeting was to be light-hearted, then why not make it so? He could deal with his shortcomings on his own time...
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