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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2018 11:40 pm
"If you spray my cars, I'll spray you." It was a warning for the cat, just as much as a promise. "And then I'll cart you home." She waited....."In a box." For safety. Plus she had been curious where the guardian cat had made his bed. Who was willing to put up with him 24/7. She adored Silk but Silk wasn't her cat cat in particular.
"That's what nomadic means." She took another bite, eyeing him over the sandwich. "Who is blondie?" This must be the owner...well...as much as an owner was of a guardian cat. Because Faust was order probably, it meant that his owner was too. Not that she had any particulars act on it.
She was sure that in some shape or form, guardian cats had ways to protect their humans. Magically, and intellectually.
"His name is Silk and he's a little young to be picking fights with you." She didn't hum, but her sandwich was put down. If Silk was to meet Faust, it would practically out that she was mostly likely a negaverse senshi.
What were the rules with talking to cats? Weren't they suppose to be respected on both sides? They were valuable assets to everyone involved with them? "I'd rather you not." She turned her head, "He's not truly my guardian. He has another. I just take care of him from time to time." Kind of like you, she thought.
"Can you talk to other cats?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 7:11 pm
Faust grumbled lowly, ending his discontent with a huff. The hell did she think she was, threatening to spray him? Last he knew, human girls couldn't spray s**t. They'd pee all over their damn selves if they tried. Maybe that'd teach Snowflake here from stepping outta line.
"Blondie's Blondie," he answered helpfully. "Ain't nobody you gotta worry about. He takes care o' me, and he don't want nothin' to do with other people. Dude's only got an eye for cats. Only this cat," Faust finished, puffing his chest out.
At least she had common sense about who she should leave to fight Faust. Whoever Silk was must've been a nobody. Faust mentally scrubbed the cat from his purview while he sank back into eating the sandwich. Small teeth gnashed away on tuna, and his ears swiveled to follow her voice while she spoke. Apparently her guardian cat wasn't hers and didn't need his a** kicked which totaled up to boring as s**t. If someone didn't need their a** kicked, then they weren't worth knowing. Hell, even Quenton needed his a** kicked from time to time. And this girl did, too, if she really thought she could threaten him with a box.
A goddamn box.
"Course I can talk to other cats," Faust replied, shooting bits of tuna onto the counter. He licked his chops liberally. "If they're guardian cats. Normal cats ain't got s**t to say. All they do is meow like they hungry, or like they lonely, or like they tired of your bullshit." He licked his paw knowingly.
"Imma get outta dodge, Snowflake. Good seein' you again. Glad you know to put out a sandwich for yours truly." Like she knew how to get to his heart or some namby-pamby s**t. He gave her a slow wink before he shook out his idleness.
"If you see Silk, you tell him Imma kick his a**, jus' to see what he says, aight?" With a passing grunt, he turned toward the garage entrance.
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