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 Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 2:39 pm
Regan wasn't about to argue with a guardian cat. If he thought she was a giant walking cat toy, that was fine. It wasn't like her hair meant more to her then it was just there. Plus he looked so proud about his 'facts' and who was she to question that?
"That's good. The ones that can keep secrets are the most powerful." The girl smiled at Faust, reaching over to pet him on the head. "Of course." She didn't know if he was order or chaos, but she wasn't going to ask him.
Corrupt senshi like herself were already hated in the negaverse as well as hated in Order. She was a being that didn't belong to either faction, to be frank. It's why she clung so desperately to Laby and the wolf pack. It was why she searched for Alkaid for knowledge.
Places she knew she belonged.
"I like swinging wrenches at cars." She actually gave him a small smile. "I'll make sure to buy extra tuna for you." She paused, "Or do you havce special request for me?"Strickenized Regan is like how did I get adopted by a cat omg
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2018 12:45 am
Faust's butt puff twitched at the mention of a special request. "Damn right I have a special request." The pettings were well received; Faust smashed his head into her hand like a cat on a mission to go bald. He liked his pets vigorous, and his people complacent.
And Snowflake seemed pretty complacent. He liked that about her. He could boss her around real good.
"You gotta be carryin' cod, got that? The baked stuff, not that nasty-a** breaded s**t. I don't wanna bite into some weirdo shell around my fish. An' you better make room for me on yo' lap, too. I seen how you squirt in and out under those cars. You flexible, ain't you? Just fold them legs up and Imma take my seat right on 'em. Keeps me nice n' comfortable. Then you can swing your wrench at cars all you damn well please. Jus' don't get any grease on my fur, or we gonna have words."
And fists too. No one ******** with Faust's fur.
"You got all that? Need to write it down?"pixie nyxie deal w/ it regan, imagine if he corrupted and then she'd have to put up with his demanding a** civ and powered
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2018 9:12 am
"I see." She raised a brow, making sure to pet him just as he was asking. Faust, was one of the first cats she really knew now. Compared to Silk who was not quite as demanding but still....they seemed like they would get along.
Or not. She didn't know how guardian cats felt about each other.
"Laps, Food, and Pets." She rattled off as she continued to pet him. "No." Her face returned to her stoic face and tilted. "I'll see what I can do about the cod soon enough."
As such, she finished her sandwich and headed back to her work area. "We can start now if you want." She got to her seat, crossing her legs so that her lap would be able to cup the cat with it and held the wrench.
"I need to finish this before the customer comes." Strickenized OMG SHE WOULD JUST...She'd do it lmfao, Never get annoyed, would literally just take him to things OR let him do all the talking and ignore him haha
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 9:58 am
Faust often felt proud of the ones that fell into servitude gracefully. Snowflake here seemed like one of them — she just accepted that she had to provide lap, food, and pets whenever he required them of her. Which would be often. And probably with a lot of loud yodeling to get his point across as clearly as possible.
In that way, she was a little like Quenton. Not as much of a thorn in the a**, but she hit a similar level of accomodating. Maybe she wouldn't mulch live peeps into a paté for him in the morning, but when did he need that more than once in a day really?
Faust accepted his pets with a satisfactory look, then leapt from the counter to follow her back to the car. He would wait only so long as necessary for her to get into position on her rolling surfboard thing, probably not quite long enough, and start climbing into her lap before she really settled in. Then he'd turn a few times, start to lie down, get back up again, turn another two times, decide that wasn't the right direction, turn the other way a few times, start to sit down, finally lay down, get back up because it just wasn't comfortable enough, repeat the entire process twice, and then wiggle into place with a settled huff.
And then nap.
And secretly hope her legs became dead as hell under the twenty pounds of cat weight bearing down on her circulatory system.
But that was every cat's dream, really.pixie nyxie we can end here if you want!
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