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Shinta blushed lightly hearing her say think you he lightly stroked his own shoulder wanting to lean on her..he wanted her to love and be with him..but she didn't know him that much.He just walked his fingers on his lap.
She was surprised to find that the cat like boy had followed her up the tree and more than that, that he had spoken to her. Still unsure about him, she didn't say anything for a while, but after a few moments of thought she smiled.
When he still wouldn't talk to her, she looked down at the ground sadly and then let go. Not saying anything more, she walked away and climbed up back in her tree. The birds had already left and she doubt they would be back that morning, but she just closed her eyes and played their song in her head.
-wakes up hearing her poem blushing red from the kisses and blushes darker red from the poem. He then looks at her inches from her face embarrassed at his photo's and poems everywhere and that she read it.
When she realized that he wasn't getting back up, she grew worried and she knelt down beside him.
"Hey! Are you okay, or are you just pretending? Wake up, okay?"
She sighed when he didn't respond to her voice. She gently nudged his shoulder with her hand, but there was still no responce except for his tail that still continued to frisk back and forth. Teasingly, she smiled, she brushed back her hair, and she kissed him on the forehead.
"Roses are red, violets are blue, if you don't wake up, I'm going to kiss you!"
She was a little astonished when he actually spoke to her, but she continued to smile after recovering from the shock. However, when he fell, she was again surprised to find a pocket sized photo album with pictures of her in it. In each one she was surrounded by nature and then laughed when she read the poem.
....."I can" He quickly closed his mouth blushing he fainted on the spot and a photo album fell out his pocket.there were tons of picture of her that had beautiful and loving things on them,among them all was a poem that said,roses are red violets are blue flowers are beautiful,but not as much as you.