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  ⟨ 椿— “ Oh, yes. I agree. Plus, they’re all so different, in shapes, color, form—it’s intriguing, really. ” keeping her sight on the cat, Karmina’s mind wondered one simple thing: why was it that humans were so hostile towards other humans of different race and - or ethnicity, when cats, that have basically the same level of diversity humans have, simply get along ( or don’t, it depends on the cats themselves, of course ) ? The same question went for all other animals of all other kind– animals understand eachothers, and get along just fine; why did humans have to be HOSTILE for such a filmsy thing such as… different skin color? She never really understood, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever grasp this odd concept.

   “ My favourite cats, though, are the red ones, ” she stated, passing an hand through her bright-red hair in the meanwhile, striking a small ironic smile. “ I guess there’s no mystery as to why – but apart from that, I just think they’ve got a nice shade of fur. It seems… soothing. ” she often associated orange to the sun- and considering that cats are both warm as the sun and colored as such, her fascination with the sun itself also could be associated. It wasn’t that much of an in-depth thing: Karmina just appreciated how warm she could be thanks to the light the star emitted, how days could be bright, and how the Earth would be warm with it. Summer was still her least favourited season, but—– ⟩

↳ ❂ ↰  Humans were stupid creatures. He knew that and he always would. Their thoughts were complex, but they didn’t know how to process their own emotions in a functional way. They created needless conflict over situations that could be settled with simple resolutions, yet they failed to see the destruction they caused. Perhaps ignorance was bliss after all. People didn’t seem to realise the consequences their actions had, and therefore didn’t get bothered by the terrible messes they created. On the other hand, all the causes and effects filled the child’s head, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t truly ignore it. He could shut out the world around him, but not his own mind.

“Warm colours are nice.” Like sunshine and blood, oranges and reds carried with them a distinct feeling: it was easy to tell the sensation of both washing over skin apart from other feelings. Cold things all felt the same to him–from ice cream and harsh winds to humanity and kindness. He found nothing inherently pleasant or distinct in anything cold. “I can’t pick a favourite cat though. They’re all the best.”