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 Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 11:52 pm
As freeing as the past few weeks had been, with nothing but video games and bags of weed between him and Shawn... Sheldon Hobbes needed a bit of fresh air. Even though he was clouding it the habitual ring of smoke that had been circling his head since the city practically shut down.
He didn't need to make an excuse as he left Shawn in his apartment, where they had been bunked the whole time playing through their combined collections of N64 games and smoking pot. Sheldon just picked up a full roach, grabbed a bag of Bugles and went outside to the little park across from their building. It was empty, the mother hens still too worried to let their kids play for too long outside due to the epidemic. It was nice, quiet with just birds chirping in the trees. And no one to tell him off.
So Sheldon sat, munching on his bags of chips - Smokin' BBQ flavor - in between puffs... and now having a staring contest with a squirrel, grinning like a loon.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 12:00 pm
It had been too quiet lately. ********* had only just gotten back to her schedule, and in all honesty, it was quite a disappointment. She was finally able bodied, and there weren't people on the streets. You couldn't check for senshi if the potential senshi were hiding in buildings.
There was one nice thing about there being a lack of people around. Sure, there weren't people around for her to locate, but this also meant there weren't people around to hear her do non-cat-like-things with her voice. She didn't have to fake mewing (though she was plenty convincing). She could talk, she could sing, she could hum. Humming was perhaps the safest thing she could do though.
As she hobbled through the park, carefully nursing that leg which had just gotten out of the cast (it still felt a little wobbly), she hummed. Hum, wobble, step, hum, wobble, step, hum, wobble, step. It was actually an interesting rhythm to keep up. She just passed a tree which had a squirrel latched onto it, nose twitching and staring elsewhere as it remained frozen in place. Her own nose also began to twitch. Her little gray nose could smell something delicious. Carelessly, she let out a simple "Mmmmmmmmm!"
It smelled like chips. Her little pink tongue slipped out and licked her maw. Chips sounded amazing!
The tailless cat, unfortunately, had failed to notice who the squirrel had been having the staring contest with. Oops!
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 12:20 pm
A moment of distraction, one of the few key avoidances of Staring Contests. The squirrel didn't seem to know this, or was just not that good at keeping focus. It's big bushy tail twitched several times as the small grey cat rounded the tree, its little body shock and its footing changed. It looked away, towards the cat as if threatened and agitated and wiggled its nose a little towards her. Escape was necessary, it seemed, as proximity had been breached. It might have made a noise, but it was lost while the little rodent scampered up the tree to a higher ground.
"HAH!" Echoed a voice, a little distance from where ********* was salivating over the smell of chips nearby. Her little humanistic exclamation over the food was lost to Sheldon as he swung out an arm - knocking a few Bugles to the ground in the process - and pointed to where the squirrel had recently been. "I won ~" The green haired boy gleamed, taking another drag from his rolled up joint.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 12:49 pm
All the fur around ********* body poofed out slightly as a young man announced himself with a loud (and sudden) "HAH!"
Oh god, had he heard her?!! That was her concern for about 5 seconds, until she managed to hear that faint sound of chips colliding with the ground. Her ears twitched very slightly, and then she semi-waddled over to the source.
These chips were funny shaped, but they still smelled of delicious. Without hesitation, the cat began to lick the chips first, tongue aiming to scrape off all the flavored powder. It was only in the middle of her assault upon the cone-shaped chips that she remembered the current dilemma. Her pale green eyes glanced up to the boy who had hair which were of practically the same color.
Apparently he had won something? Her nose twitched again, though this time it was from whatever it was the boy was puffing on.
It smelled icky! In an attempt to complain, the feline let out a whiny mewing sound. Put out that stinky thing, it's probably bad for your health!
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 1:20 pm
To say the least, Sheldon jumped a little in his seat when he heard her meow at him, surrounded by his discarded chips. His yellow eyes blinked owlishly a few times, trying to process the sound he just heard before he leaned his body forward, looked down and spotted her. "Holy crap...." He muttered, and just stared.
Now, Sheldon Hobbes was no cat whisperer and had no experience with animals in his youth - really, who had the time in his household growing up? His old friends had a few sure, but that didn't really count for much especially when they were ignored for scientific research. What she wanted, he had no guess and he blew out another plume of smoke from his mouth. All he could guess on the matter was she obviously wasn't feral, as she wasn't afraid to approach him. Not to mention the little collar - and a bell? - she had around her neck. And....
"You have a star on your head..." He so obviously pointed out to her, like she didn't know. He turned to focus his staring at it, and squinted an eye as if trying to figure why.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:59 pm
A furry little brow rose at his exclamation. Really, this boy was quite strange. It wasn't the usual "Oh, you have a star on your forehead" sort of strange that she was used to (even if he just plainly told her).
Having cleaned the current cone of its powdered flavor goodness, the cat delicately began to chew on the corn chip. Her green eyes watched him, absolutely leery about his behavior. Why was he looking at her like that?
That wisp of smoke that escaped from his mouth smelled just as bad (if not worse) than the burning roll itself.
Wait...
********* was not even remotely sheltered. She knew a lot of things, just because she had spent so much time wandering about as a stray. Sure, she had taken a nearly 2 month break (against her will), but she had seen plenty. The cat had seen people smoking before. She had seen people acting stupid after smoking. I think the term was "high"... wasn't it?
Picking up her chip delicately with her teeth, she rather suddenly bumped her head up against his leg. Pick me up, you crazy, crazy boy!
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:16 pm
The cat liked chips, that was pretty awesome really. Sheldon was aware that some animals liked people food, dogs especially, but again he had been deprived of pets when he lived at home so had never witnessed a domesticated animal eating what he would normally. And apparently she was either rather affectionate, demanding, didn't like where his leg was or... was claiming it; there was one thing he remembered hearing about animals, they rubbed themselves against things to lay ownership upon it. "That's my leg," he explained to her as he took it as the latter option (haha, like she actually knew what he was saying) as he unconsciously moved it back and a little away from her, "I kind of need it."
Sheldon was obviously not getting what she wanted and was not deriving to the point anytime soon. But he was soon getting closer after taking a long drag of his joint before resting it on the arm rest of the bench to lean uncomfortably forward in attempt to pet her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:39 pm
The feline continued to watch the boy carefully, pale green eyes absolutely wide as he drew a hand close to her. Perhaps she could have pulled away from his hand, but then she'd miss out on some awesome pettings. Even if his fingers seemed to be bumbling and clumsy at best at the moment.
With the chip between her teeth, she leaned up towards his hand.
Perhaps she had been a bit careless, but as the boy got closer for petting purposes, she dared to say something with the chip between her teeth. She hadn't meant to. It was just his manner of carrying himself really was throwing her off of her game. It just wasn't the way people were supposed to act around her usually.
"Mos' tings need legs." With that, she bumped her head against his fingers, aiming to get her ears to touch him just right.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:42 am
Contact! Sheldon's goofy grin returned as soon as her head reached his hand. His finger wiggled and scratched through her soft fur, ruffling it up and then brushing it back down as he made his way to her ears. ".... yeeeaaah." Was all Sheldon good muster for a response to her statement.
- wait. What?
He paused mid scratch and frowned in thought. Did... the cat just talk? Wait. His yellow eyes narrowed slightly, briefly before he returned to petting her but turned to stare at her like he had when they first encountered one another. "Naaaah..." He reasoned with himself. As awesome as it could be, cats couldn't talk. It was just his imagination, yeah. Sheldon's smile returned as he leaned a little more forward to get more comfortable, only to find that his body really wasn't liking it at all.
"Okay, I can't sit like this." He explained as he moved his other hand under her soft belly to heft her up, into the air and onto the bench beside him. Better, his smile spread as he was once again allowed to slouch. ********* was now closer to the bag of chips, if it was any consolation to her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 4:20 pm
A short little "oop" sound escaped her maw, but she quickly caught herself and didn't finish it with the ending "s" sound. The fact the boy had responded back to her comment at all was hint enough she had messed up. Though his responses were a bit generic and vague. Maybe he hadn't caught on. ********* certainly didn't know.
She did know that all of a sudden the boy seemed to understand what she had wanted initially. The sudden lift off from the ground caused her to almost make an "eep" sound, to which she dropped her corn chip cone. It bounced on the ground, and though her pale green eyes were drawn to its bouncing movement, she soon enough seemed to forget the fallen food.
Mainly because her nose began to twitch the moment she was set on the bench. There was a faint scent of food from the bag, which obviously had more chips in it. Yet, the thick stench of smoke was obscuring the smell. With a slight frown, she didn't hesitate to walk up towards the boy, then onto his lap. Laps were much more cozy than benches. They were soft and squishy. Both things which were good when it came to beds. Finding herself a place on his lap, she curled up and settled down, but let out a small cough.
There was something off with the cough though, since it didn't sound like something an animal did. It sounded more like a person coughing. Smelly smelly smelly smelly! Her pale green eyes glanced up to the boy again from her new spot.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:22 pm
Sheldon was really on the verge of turning into Quagmire when he had gotten his cat on Family Guy; turning to goo and fawning over the utter cuteness of having a cat ... on his lap. The green haired boy eased more into the bench, relaxed and comfortable once again even with the slight addition of weight. His left hand reflexively moved to resume petting her, his long digits running from the top of her head and down her back in a slow motion - he was pretty unsure if he was petting her right, but he just let his hand do felt what could be correct.
"It would be cool if you could talk though," Sheldon said suddenly, as if reminded of the human like behavior from her little cough. His other hand moved to recollect his joint and place it to his lips for another long blissful drag. "Not like I talk to many people as it is," he went on after he exhaled, "... but a cat might be exception, I mean... a cat talking." He shifted his a little, lost for a moment in the thoughts of talking cats and how cool of companions they could be.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:24 pm
Ah, this was the stuff ********* liked. As she continued to get more and more attention, a soft rumble seemed to echo from her chest. She would not be lifting her rump up like James from Family Guy, but then again, she wasn't exactly getting scratches solely on her tailless rump. She also wasn't going to get a "shave" either, but that was completely irrelevant.
Her ear twitched slightly at the mention of a talking cat. For a moment, she glanced up thoughtfully.
Should I? Shouldn't I?
He must have been baked. She had done catnip one whole time, and it really messed up with her perception of the world. The green haired boy had been staring at a squirrel for goodness sakes.
...I guess, here goes...
"It would be cool if you could stop smoking that around me... it smells." She closed her eyes and waited.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:59 pm
His petting hand might have been still moving, but the rest of Sheldon had certainly halted when she spoke to him on purpose. His glazed eyes opened a smidge while he let out a breathe he had no idea he had been holding - it probably wasn't that long, with the marijuana and all. But after a moment or processing, he mouth pulled once again wide into his smile, "Sweet." Was what he mustered in a low mutter.
And then he looked at the dwindling joint between the tips of his fingers, while he eyes reduced to their half lidded state. "It was the first one I grabbed, not my fault we only had the cheap stuff left," he attempted to explain with a pout. "Not like the stuff you get high off of smells any better." He followed with, after taking another puff. Though, wait. Catnip didn't smell all too bad. Damn. He got himself there, huh.
"Would you like another chip?" Haha! Change of subject.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:28 pm
That definitely was not a typical reaction to the talking cat syndrome.
Despite how tempting it was to reply with more words, ********* was still being cautious. The best thing she could do for herself was flip-flop between talking and usual cat mannerisms. Even if the manx's cat mannerisms weren't exactly spot on. She couldn't help it if she liked people looking at her. So no matter how much she agreed with him about how icky both his "cheap stuff" and catnip were, she wasn't going to say it.
Her head leaned into a few more of his scratches before he mentioned something about chips. ********* + refusing food did not happen. EVER.
In the most enthusiastic manner she could muster, she began to trill out convincing mews she could. It meant "YES PLEASE," but she really needed to spread out her conversational bits so it was more likely that it was a figment of his imagination rather than a fact she could talk. To accent her desire for chips, she stood up in his lap and bumped her head gently against his chest.
Chip, chip, chip please!
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:55 pm
She was back to meowing again, he noticed, but oh well. Sheldon had gotten the evidence he had hoped, witnessed it with his very own eyes and ears - people were sure to believe him! - sweet scientific evidence.
Wait, what? Oh wait, yeah the Bugles. "Woah there," he tried to tell her as she nearly rammed her head repeatedly against his chest whilst trying to grasp to his side for the bag of BBQ flavored chips. Finally hearing the thin metal crinkle against his fingers, he pulled it close and shook the bag over her head. "You want?"
Maybe this would prompt her to speak again. Evil plots, ahoy! Buhahaha .. ha?
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