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 Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:41 pm
Grendel would never, ever admit that he almost enjoyed this sort of thing. Being a cat definitely had its uses, and if he was feeling particularly frustrated that day, why not take it out on the hapless masses in the form of a rabid, half-wild animal?
Perhaps he should invest in some whipped cream.
After darting back and forth several times, lashing at people as he went, the cat finally shot out the door after a few that were hastily scrambling to get out of the shop. Bounding with surprising speed, the normally lazy Grendel glanced over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed before he trotted up to Ursula.
"You got what you needed?" He asked simply, grooming one of his forelegs as though this was a casual, everyday occurrence for them.
If she hadn't, however, he certainly wasn't about to go through all that again just so she could smooch a certain General-King's behind with her scandalous sense of fashion.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:16 pm
She'd been daydreaming on the park bench when her feline companion finally made his way back to her side.
"It's about time you got here," she commented, obviously having grown bored of the scenery around her. While she was eager to do more shopping (or shoplifting, at that), the morning had already passed away all-too quickly due to her earlier modeling, and it was clearly time to keep her end of the bargain.
Like always, she debated even holding up her part, but the knowledge that she'd be potentially losing her shopping partner kept her in line.
"Alright, let's go." She finally conceded, opening up her bag to him. She winced, fearing the cat fur that will soon be clinging on her new clothes, but a deal was a deal, after all. "I'm not going to wait on you all day!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:22 pm
"Some of us actually have to work to get what we want." The cat reminded her smoothly, but so long as the girl was going to keep her word, he'd leave it at that. Oh, she could refuse--but he would never let her live it down, ever.
Looking rather smug, the feline sauntered into the bag with a chuckle of a purr, tail flicking before he flopped down. Of course he'd rub himself on those clothes a little--they were awfully comfortable, but he'd keep his claws out of the way.
"Pancakes." He reminded her with a yawn before he settled down for a well-deserved nap.
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