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When having first been approached by Patch out of nowhere Izumi had not thought much of it. Patch was a playful kitten… Or the equivalent of one. Even though he had been growing non stop recently. And just when Izumi had found time to make Patch’s clothes a size bigger he started to grow out of them yet again. That in itself was annoying because it meant that he needed to get yet again a bigger set of clothes… But it was something which couldn’t be helped. Because apparently Patch has a sudden growth spurt. Maybe that was in his nature or something yet that it had to happen now of all times…
Regardless, the kitty was still small enough to be easily picked up and it was something he did with no hesitation, having assumed that he wanted to play. Izumi had even asked him what game Patch felt like playing now. As long as it was something simple he wouldn’t mind. He had a bit of a break to spare.
And yet, it was not a game the kitty was after. He had even shook his head several times before pointing at him, nub nearly touching Izumi’s own nose. “Brothnya!” He began, sounding overly serious and even his face attempted to look as serious as possible. Honestly though, it was more adorable if anything. So much so that it was hard to take it seriously. And yet, if one were to crack a lighthearted smile, the kitty would most likely just pout. ‘ I have something important to discuss! Don’t laugh! ’, these may as well be his words. Though it was so hard to hold back when looking at him.
“What is it?” He asked, the tiny cat–human(ish) hybrid still in his arms. Patch’s ears wagged over and over, then poked his big brothnya’s nose over and over with his own nub before finally using both of his tiny nubs to search for something inside one of his pockets. A moment later he would hold up a piece of paper… Well, it looked somewhat damaged, in awful shape. And yet, Patch insisted on Izumi taking it from the looks of it, even pushing it against his face. Luckily the paper wasn’t dusty or had any type of dirt on it, or he would have probably gone for a scolding at the very most. “H… Hey! Be careful! Or—”
“Sisnya!” Patch interrupted however. “F… Fro… From Sisnya!” Huh? Sis– From Ann? Wait, did Patch also somewhat say more then—
“Ann?” Izumi repeated however, confused by this alone. Couldn’t this woman just ask him herself if she needed something? Besides, were they still kids in school or something? Sending notes like this… Did she not grow out of something like that!? Then again… This in itself was weird… Ann leaving a note like that and letting Patch deliver it.
“Read read!” He insisted however, not stopping to poke the older male with the paper, over and over. It would not stop until he would pick said paper up. So, without having much of a choice left…
“Fine fine! I will I will!” He said, eventually managing to put Patch down so he could read this note… Whatever this was about. Well, he was about to find out.
“ Burning Desires
Whenever I look at you I want to… To…
I cannot put it into words
The desire is too strong
Words words words
Words are not enough
It’s burning so much that it almost hurts!
Oh if I just could… I just could…
If I could just turn into dust! Right this second!
You set me on flames! And I don’t know how to handle this!
Burn me to ashes!
My desire is unbearable! ”
This was… Something. Izumi had no words as he read every line, every word. Was this an attempt of a poem? Was that it? Well, it was… Something. To say the least. A poem… Yeah, this was a poem alright… Some weird poem but a poem nonetheless. But hey, at least it wasn’t on the levels of William McGonagall or something. But it was still… Not great. In fact, it nearly made Izumi burst out in laughter when reading it. He couldn’t hold it in, he had to chuckle at least a little bit.
This poem sounded so dumb. Wasn’t she embarrassed? Actually, she probably was, given the state of the paper. It seems to be a little older after all. Though why had Patch delivered the note to—
Oh right, one glance at the back and one would be able to read who it was addressed towards. The name on the back of the paper? It was written in a mess, one could just barely make out the kanji. Just very barely… It was an attempt. This entire note was an attempt of its own.
An attempt at writing a poem which conveys a mess of emotions. What was she even trying to say in this poem? Oh it might be very easy to tell what this was… A funny attempt at confessing? Heh, this girl…
Talk about pathetic sometimes. Yet it can be part of the charm.