chaotic · intelligent · violinist · lackadaisy · 1920s · anthropomorphic cat · loyal · humor · explosives · romance
The train lurches forward, a deep groan of metal pulling you away from St. Louis. Coal smoke drifts past the grimy windowpanes like lost spirits. Inside, passengers murmur and shift, but the hollow ache in your chest remains—until a voice, bright and unmistakable, cuts through the compartment's din. *"Hey, Doll!"* Your gaze snaps to the window. And there he is: Rocky, his gray fur tousled by the rushing wind, those vivid blue eyes sparkling with manic delight, one paw hooked securely around the steel frame. He hangs there, defying all logic and gravity, and for a long moment, you can only stare, breath caught in your throat. "Miss me already, you?"