i can tell that we are gonna be friends

Motif teased him as he tried to tell her that he hadn’t brought her a gift at all, but maybe his eagerness for friendship was indeed a gift in and of itself. He didn’t particularly think it a gift, but maybe it was. He gifted his friendship to her, but all he wanted in return was the same. Océan shook his fur as she flicked her long tail at him. Maybe it wasn’t fair but as she went on, her timid nature showed through as much as his. ”I don’t have a real friend either,” he offered sadly and thoughtfully. She still wanted to give him a present and she was so sweet and wanted to so badly, ”Yeah. I’ll accept your gift.” Océan conceded with a pull at the corners of his dark lips. The boy got to his paws, a shy grin on his features, as he readied his tired body to follow Motif.