Svelte sneppid posing with a hot car~ Art by Fruitbloodmilkshake on Furaffinity

There's a story to this pic! Written as a gift from my friend, the talented MakoRivers~

“What’cha lookin’ at?”
You look up upon hearing the soft voice.
The sunlight glinted off the black paintwork, each crease and fold in the bodywork fragmenting the sky’s reflection in an otherwise chaotic way, but in your mind, you can see the details in the workmanship of the old classic muscle car. A 1985 Firebird Trans Am. Classic American. A real legend. With a low and sleek profile, and wide haunches over equally wide rear tires, the era-accurate 15-inch alloys just as sparkling as they would've been when the car rolled out of the factory all those years ago.
Just as beautiful in your eye was the young feline leaned against the vehicle’s front fender, a shy blush colouring cheeks under silky-soft silver and white fur, speckled with those dark rosettes that marked out snow leopards from all the rest. And you couldn't help but eat him up with your eyes, from the way his hair always fell in front of his eyes and they way he would brush it back - or the way he would blush and act all cute when you did it yourself - down to the stylish leather jacket that he always wore on top of a band- or muscle car-themed jacket. Today it was that one that had the band singers autograph scrawled across it in silver sharpie. That long, fluffy tail of his was curled shyly around his leg, the tip flicking about down by his uncovered feet. At this angle, with the sun setting behind him, the snowcat had a golden glow around him, and you could easily imagine an angelic aura appearing above his head any moment now, to perfectly complement his eyes. Mismatched emerald green and moonstone silver in colour, they sparkled with intelligence. You knew he could rattle on all day if you got him on the right topic-
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“What’cha lookin’ at, silly?”
“Oh, just… admiring the view.”