If the black tom knew any better, he would say that he was rubbing off on Essie. He didn't think such work of a aesthetic portrait would obtain a usage of poetry. As words of Saccharine had been his muse, he felt a heat of sensation course through his body upon the Molly's gaze checking his physique. To him, it appeared she was trying to deem him worthy of her company for the night.
"Oh, but might I be the fool; the beast who has the pleasure of escorting a beauty through this world's nature?" For Romeo cared little about how he looked, but he cared much more how he presented himself. Mollies were more appealed by a Tom who was considerate...very sweet, and a little charming, may they be. Romeo believed he possessed the abilities of all this; he was a lover (and, a great lover he was), he was considerate, and he was quite charming. He was the number tom at the top of every Molly's list, was he not? Possibly, he had been a lot gullible when it came to giving out his heart and affections freely, no questions asked to certain mollies who, in the end, stomped and shattered it. He found the pieces, patched them up, and gave them to another molly - who only caused havoc on it again. It was a never ending circle, one he found himself glued in with no way out. He didn't want to believe Essie would do the same thing, and as she gave his cheek a lick, the thought about her tormenting his heart vanished as quickly as it came.
He followed her home. He didn't mind dropping her off and seeing her tomorrow, but she offered him to stay a little while. And, who was he to deny such a request coming from the fascinating feline? As they entered her yard once more, Romeo awaited to be invited inside her humble abode. He wondered what spicy scent would waft into his nose. Each nest had a different toxin to it that either drew you in or farther away from it. Since Romeo was attached to this molly, he believed her home would smell as sweetly as she did. Romeo would prefer to keep himself discreet. Not every Molly's family was...open to the idea of Romeo escorting their lovely girls around the alleyways. But, the words that rolled of Essie's maw brought Romeo into a short state of shock. Surely, those words were toying with his head? As she...loved him? Maybe, she was using that word in a more "friendly" term. You could love your friends...right? The quote floated in his mind, making the black ruggish tom throw out a smirk. Loved...him? Yeah! That sounded about right. What molly wouldn't love him? Though Romeo was far from being conceited, he was a lover. And, his heart was putty. It was easy to hold, and fragile than anything on earth.
"I like the sound of that." He purred, the sound in his throat vibrating deeply.
"I'll stay as long as you want my company, but I'll have to vanish before dawn." He touched her ear with his muzzle lightly to warn her about his departure before the time came. He still had his own kits he needed to check up on, and leaving them with a Tom who...didn't have enough patience with his girls? Wasn't a good idea. Then again, it shouldn't be surprised if Romeo found a place where his heart could be comforted for the night, that they would see him the next day. It wasn't routinely for him, yet it was expected.
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