✦ Seven Bathas ✦

18 - Male - Domestic Shorthair

slouched hoodie · quiet claws

emerald eyes that never quite sleep

Seven doesn’t look like much at first glance. Oversized hoodie hanging loose, scuffed skate shoes dragging over pavement, emerald-green eyes half-lidded like he’s already tired of tomorrow. A feline anthro with a lazy, feral edge — claws he doesn’t bother hiding, a tail that flicks when his thoughts wander, and the habit of muttering jokes to himself when silence gets too loud.

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He’s a self-chosen loner with an odd kind of gravity. Doesn’t chase attention. Doesn’t demand closeness. But walk beside him long enough and he’ll fall into step without comment. He understands shared silence better than most people understand words.

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There’s history in the way he moves — old pain in his spine, old loss he never dramatizes. When something hits too close, the jokes come faster: dry asides, under-the-breath commentary, humor used like a buffer between himself and the world. When he feels safe, the jokes fade.