[Kitty]

She snorted, something she usually did when amused.

"Funny," she commented. She remained quiet for several moments, until a loud "pop" made her almost leap up in the air and turn around.

One of the gray, vaguely-human looking shapes on the floor began gaining colour, until it resembled a boy, curled up, apparently asleep.

((NEW CHARACTER INTRODUCTION GO!

Well, I decided to bring in one of my more...I dunno. "Cheerful" could be the word, if you can interpret it in the way I want it to be. >D I know I'm evil. People are about to find out.))

Name: Ichigo Kimura
Aliases: Ichigo, or Ichi (Sometimess Strawberry, as that's what it means in Japanese.)
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Rabbit mix
Age: 18
Height: 5'6"
Weight: Psht. That's -his- secret. But I'll letcha know he's skinny.
Physical description: Considering he is a bunny boy, his features are obviously coloured accordingly. He has pale skin, red eyes and his hair would be almost white if it weren't dyed pink. It's cut short in the back with long, sideswept bangs that almost cover his right eye. He has white fluffy bunny ears on top of his had, and a short bunny tail. He's kinda skinny and gangly, and usually wears just casual clothing, in combination of red, pink, black, white and gray. His jeans tend to be capris or shorts, frayed on the bottom (either gray or black, or a very faded blue) and likes layering shirts and sweatshirts on top of one another.
Interesting thing - his tail wags back and forth if he's happy/amused, his ears both twitch if he's confused or upset.
Personality: This guy is as sweet as his name says he is. He's quite the rain of sunshine, the every-undying optimist. In fact, he's so optimistic it becomes annoying. It's often so annoying that you'd want to stab him in the face to give him a taste of reality. I'm afraid though, if he likes you, not even that would make you hate him. He has a thing for liking almost everyone - and getting everyone to like him. One look in his puppy eyes will make your own water - and banish any thought of hurting such an innocent creature. Suprisingly, he -can- get vicious if you insult his friends or someone he admires, although usually he doesn't have the strength to stand up for himself. He is very empathethic, and often goes overboard when expressing his own emotions. He doesn't like hurting people, unless they've hurt him/his friends REALLY bad and he simply snaps.
History: Oh, nothing special. Teenager who lives with a bunch of friends in a house they're collectively renting. He's studying to become an artist (fine arts were always fascinating him, and he admires Picasso as his idol.)

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Ichigo sat up and rubbed his eyes, a feeling of thorough confusion present in his mind. He didn't feel like he was sitting on his bed. In fact, it felt more like some cold stone, which was weird to him, because every inch of his room was covered by plushy carpets.

He yawned and opened his eyes. Standing up, he looked towards what had to be some huge door. Weird dream, he thought. Looking down, he was still in his jammies - red shorts and a strawberry patterned shirt. He could feel] how messy his hair probably was, considering it wasn't sitting over his eye properly. His ears twitched, the fur on them standing up on its roots.

He turned around, and in a moment, his expresson changed from murky and confused into sunny and lit up. His eyes briefly scanned the catgirl, but rested on the tall, silver-haired male. He scooted over to where the pair was standing, his bare feet tapping lightly on the marble.

"Why hello there!~ If I'm really being kidnapped, I don't think I really mind anymore," he beamed at both of them, but mostly at the man.

Nika noted that he looked like a cuddly plush toy, standing there, his hands shyly hidden behind his back and his toes curled.

"Well, you were kind of kidnapped. But not by us. We're in the same situation as you," Nika shrugged.

"Hueh?" he blinked twice, and then gave Nika a blank stare. She noticed his ears were twitching.

"Hey, if you wanna know, just read," she motioned for him to look at the loud sign with a wave of her hand. He literally bounced on his way to pick it up, and he kept on bouncing as he was reading the paper.

"Oh well," he said, laying it back down where he got it. "I guess I could somehow bear through it," he said, finishing off his sentence with a laugh.

She could've sworn she saw him wink at Raphael.