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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:28 am
 "Here again..." thought the zombie with a note of disgust as she went straight to the back of the shop. No hesitation. She glanced around at the others briefly before curling herself into the deepest, darkest corner she could find. She didn't know why her owner insisted she come here. She hated it. Not only that, but she was forced to be here alone. What would possess her to command that? She was the only one without a purpose here. Contrary to popular belief, she was not a ravenous monster. Rather, she was more like a snake: She only needed one big meal once every few days, and she had eaten only the day before. With a sound that was a half growl, half hiss, she closed her eyes to wait it out. If nothing else, being undead had gifted Sakiiro with an endless amount of patience.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 4:15 pm
 Fluffra had been around for a long time, since the first day this shop had opened and her owner had been ushered in by her older sister. Yes, since then she had lived and breathed for this shop. She had watched new littles ones take their first steps and young cats fallen in love and believe they owned the world. She was sure, after all this time, she had seen it all.
That morning, with a content sigh, she jumped up onto the counter and taken her spot next to the cash register. It was a spot she liked to call her own, she could watch the going-ons from above and offer help where she saw fit.
And today she found who was needed of that service.
The so-called 'zombie' cat.
Taking a moment to stretch out her old bones, Fluffra hopped down from the counter and started after Sakiiro. She thought over the right words and movements as she went, putting on her best gentle, caring smile.
There was work to be done.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 6:52 pm
As the sound of steps reached her ears, they flicked up, and her eyes flickered open. Someone was approaching. Just one look at the expression upon the other's face was enough to warrant a groan. She had seen it before: a bleeding heart. Both TMM and Suena had tried, with similar expressions, to get along with her, but both failed. She didn't want their, or anyone's, sympathy, pity, or friendship. She especially didn't care for it when people tried to 'save' her. Why couldn't people just understand this and leave her alone? All these thoughts boiled, so that by the time Fluffra had reached her, she was already glaring.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:07 pm
Fluffra stopped before Sakiiro, seemingly unphased by the glares that she threw her way. It was nothing new. She had dealt with a few high and mighty teenage kittens who had the same exact reaction when she had approached them. She couldn't act like it bothered her or let any harsh words get to her. That was a rule, a law.
"Hello, dear. Would it be alright with you if I take a seat here? I hate to see someone sitting alone when company is so nearby."
Fluffra questioned, her voice level and controlled mixed with a hint of her use 'grandma' sweetness.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:58 pm
Sakiiro let out a breath, releasing every ounce of tension that had coiled within her. So far, the obnoxious route had been avoided, so she had no need for aggression. "If it bothers you so, then you may..." she replied, implying that she herself had no issue with solitude. Her eyes slipped closed once more, and her tail curled up around her side. Her mind's storm had calmed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:09 pm
"Thank you."
She said pleasantly, slowly lowering herself to the wood floor, her old bones groaning in protest. She surely wasn't the young agile cat she used to be. Smiling inwardly, she finally found herself a comfortable position and turned her attentions back to Sakiiro. Her companion seemed less than willing to talk to her though, so Fluffra figured she'd try and wait it out. She had no problem with a little silence.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:54 pm
Perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps the stated reason for this other cat's presence was really the only one. She doubted it, but still felt a shadow of contentment at the idea. She preferred her silence; that was part of why she isolated herself. Her thought processes were slowing, and she would stay where she was for hours, silently meditating until it was time to go.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 1:08 pm
The silence continued on, and Fluffra held her quiet demeanor. She was starting to see the Sakiiro would not be the first one to talk in this conversation. The only problem was finding a subject that would at least be sufficient for the both of them. Tail twitching, Fluffra let her eyes lazily drift over the scenery infront of them, letting her thoughts meander through her options. She knew that it really didn’t matter which one she chose, Sakiiro would be reluctant to talk. Fluffra heaved a long breath. She would have to try her best.
“I hope you don’t mind my intrusion on your thoughts, but I realized I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Fluffra.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 6:50 pm
Fluffra. A slightly strange name. "Sakiiro," she introduced simply, not so much as opening her eyes. No assurance, no 'nice to meet you'. For the former, her lack of motion was enough to say that she didn't mind. It was a simple question. As for the latter... She was still uncertain.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:41 pm
Fluffra's pleasant smile returned, happy that Sakiiro was neither rejecting her question or showing signs of discomfort. Yes, this was going okay.
"Ah, yes. That's a pretty name, Sakiiro. Better than my silly one, if I say so myself~"
She supplied, letting out a soft, cheery laugh. Her name really was weird.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 12:46 am
"Thanks," she grunted. She did try to remain polite towards any who hadn't been too bothersome. On an almost unconscious impulse, her wings ruffled and she winced slightly as never-healing wounds reopened on her tattered wings, giving the tips a fresh coat of blood. She didn't bother trying to lick it or such nonsense, not anymore. It was much too common an occurrence.
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