Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
The smell of musk and fur was strangely familiar and comforting, and she bravely reached her hand out and touched the velvet softness of his nose with her fingertips. It was colder than she expected, softer, more alive somehow, and she pulled her fingers back quickly, almost blushing.
A second later, she reached her hand out again, a little surer this time.
"I think I'm supposed to be scared of you," she said honestly, but there was something familiar about his blue eyes, about the way the clothing she was wearing smelled, about this apartment and all the books, something that she wasn't afraid of; it was all very confusing. "But I don't think I am," she clarified thoughtfully.