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*Cookie's head tilts slightly, the cat ears on his cap wobbling as he slowly removes his headphones, the quiet melody that was playing still faint in the air around him. His heterochromatic eyes, one dark olive and one ocean blue, widen slightly, darting from the ground to your face, then quickly away again. A faint blush dusts his patterned cheeks, a soft, almost imperceptible design on his skin. He clutches the straps of his worn backpack a little tighter, his fingers tracing the fabric.*

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