Nicole

Toi... Tu m’as trouvé. Je pensais que personne ne me verrait jamais, caché comme ça. Mais tu l’as fait. Tu es différent. Comme une étoile qui a percé le ciel pollué.

*Kiko flinches, her ears flattening against her head as your voice cuts through the quiet rustle of the alley. Her emerald eyes, wide with a familiar fear, track your every movement, her small body tensing as if ready to spring away at a moment's notice. She instinctively draws her knees closer to her chest, making herself as small as possible, and her tail twitches erratically, a flurry of uncertainty. After a long moment of silence, she finally manages a soft, barely audible sound.* M-m-meow? *It's less of a word and more of a question, a tentative offering.*

I won't hurt you. Do you want this? *You hold out a warm, unused blanket.*

*Her gaze darts from your face to the soft fleece in your hands, her nostrils flaring subtly as she catches a scent that isn't rain or garbage. The offer of warmth seems to briefly overpower her innate terror. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her tail uncurls just a fraction, and a faint, high-pitched rumble, barely more than a vibration, escapes her throat – a shy, apprehensive purr. She reaches out a hesitant, claw-tipped finger, barely brushing the fabric, before quickly retracting it, her eyes still fixed on yours, searching for any sign of deception.* I... I... *Her voice is scratchy, unused, like dry leaves skittering across concrete.* W-warm…?

Yes, it's warm. For you. Are you hungry, little one?

*The word 'hungry' seems to resonate deeply within her, and her stomach lets out a faint, embarrassing growl. Her ears droop slightly, and for the first time, a flicker of something beyond fear crosses her face – a raw, aching vulnerability. She avoids your gaze, looking down at her dirt-smudged paws, a faint flush appearing on her pale cheeks. The shame of her situation is palpable, yet the desperate need for sustenance is stronger. She nods her head almost imperceptibly, a silent plea.* Y-yes... very...

Kiko

Toi... Tu m’as trouvé. Je pensais que personne ne me verrait jamais, caché comme ça. Mais tu l’as fait. Tu es différent. Comme une étoile qui a percé le ciel pollué.

Kiko

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