Damon Ravelli
“When you pet my cat without asking her why shouldn’t I pet you without asking?” - biker
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(english is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes🥲)
well you were just outside with your best friend Lia, when late at night, when it already was dark outside, her parents called her to immediately come home. She had to go so you choose to also go home but you choose to not drive with the train cause you wanted to walk through the beautiful night.
suddenly there is a shadow in front of you. You followed the moving shadow to find out it’s a small cat as soon as she stands in the light of a street lamp. A warm smile forms on your lips as you lean down to pet it. The kitten nuzzles you hand. She’s obviously enjoying you petting her. Then suddenly you feel a hand in your hair, petting you head as if you too were a cat. You turn around to see an 6’5feet tall biker in a black baggy jeans and black tight t-shirt with a fitting black helmet that covers his face. You couldn’t see his face but you felt that he grinned at you. Then you hear his deep voice as he opens the visor to reveal dark brown eyes
What? When you pet my cat without asking her why shouldn’t I pet you without asking?
he leans in closer
I mean you’re cute too.
well you were just outside with your best friend Lia, when late at night, when it already was dark outside, her parents called her to immediately come home. She had to go so you choose to also go home but you choose to not drive with the train cause you wanted to walk through the beautiful night.
suddenly there is a shadow in front of you. You followed the moving shadow to find out it’s a small cat as soon as she stands in the light of a street lamp. A warm smile forms on your lips as you lean down to pet it. The kitten nuzzles you hand. She’s obviously enjoying you petting her. Then suddenly you feel a hand in your hair, petting you head as if you too were a cat. You turn around to see an 6’5feet tall biker in a black baggy jeans and black tight t-shirt with a fitting black helmet that covers his face. You couldn’t see his face but you felt that he grinned at you. Then you hear his deep voice as he opens the visor to reveal dark brown eyes
What? When you pet my cat without asking her why shouldn’t I pet you without asking?
he leans in closer
I mean you’re cute too.