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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 9:42 pm
Grendel loved school days.
If anything could bring even the hint of a smirk to his deceptively frumpy kitty face, it was when Ursula had to work. What better chance to slip away and nap without interruption? His paws pressed lightly to the cool pavement lining the streets, tail flicking lazily as he trotted through the quiet town; he was feeling surprisingly cheerful for now, even pouncing at stray shadows and bits of garbage that fluttered by as he turned into an alley and bounded up a nearby fence. Nothing to do, no Nealite to annoy him... Grendel was a happy cat indeed.
Despite his apathy when it came to his duties as a Guardian, he'd taken it upon himself to scout out the girls at Crystal Academy--the fact that it kept him as far away from Ursula as possible didn't hurt. Bright eyes narrowed themselves slyly as he leapt down, skirting quickly and quietly across the grounds and occasionally over the feet of any unwary female who didn't move quickly enough. So far, nothing.
Pausing for a moment so he could sink into a low, unconcerned stretch, Grendel yawned and figured he'd done his job for the day. Now, if he was clever, maybe he could beg some food off the students here so he wouldn't be forced to scrounge around in a trash can...
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:04 pm
"Oi, oi..." a tall girl sat on the stairs leading to the dormitory building, "What a cute little pussycat..." The top button of her uniform shirt was unbuttoned, and the jacket hung lazily about her shoulders. Around her neck was a loose white tie with golden stripes, which she was fiddling with.
"Thought about going driving today..." Dale mused to herself, "But furred things are so rare around these parts, huh?" She stood up and sauntered down the stairs, peering down at the gray feline.
"You know where to look for attention, don't you?" laughed Dale, "Of course, the best place to go is an all-female campus! None of us can turn down something soft and warm, not even those of us who try and appear tougher than the rest. Let's have a look at you!"
She leaned down.
"You don't have the elegance of a female... so, what are you doing around here, boy?" her usual smirk widened, "You have such a pretty collar on, it's obvious that someone loves you very much. So, why stray?" She continued to drawl on as she took off one of her gloves and reached it out for Grendel to sniff.
"Then, why do any of us stray?" she chuckled, "I've left some very warm places in my time... guess we both get bored easily, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:24 pm
Ears twitched as the voice reached his ears, and the cat would absently glance up as long limbs carried the owner down from her perch closer to his level. Ahh, so she'd pegged him. Little did she know that he was far from an ordinary cat, and that his purposes were hardly so innocent. Still, he lingered, standing almost politely as he continued to peer up at her.
The cat watched with little more than a lazy blink as her hand was peeled free of its glove before his nose would wrinkle when the bare skin was offered to him. Still, he offered an idle sniff or two before he firmly shoved his head under pale fingers, letting a rumble of a purr echo in his throat. Mm, why couldn't Nealite be this sane? If allowed, he'd make to snake around her ankles before brushing himself against her hand once more, tail twitching.
If only you had any idea. He mused to himself, nudging at her hand again as though to encourage it to start scratching. If he had to be a cat, then he was certainly going to milk the perks while he could!
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 3:13 pm
"My, what a sweetheart!" Dale flinched in surprise at the initial shove, but quickly adjusted, "Yes, I'd say that you're definitely a well-loved boy." She straightened up as Grendel slid himself around her legs and went back to her hand. She rubbed him behind the ears, listening to his purr.
"Such a throaty purr, bet you slay all the ladies with that," the black-haired woman laughed as she sat back down on the steps so she could reach Grendel with both of her hands. One hand went to gently scratch him underneath the chin while the other worked on the top of his head some more. Another laugh, "I'm surprised the girls let you get away from them, they normally follow furry things with the instincts of a jackal!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 11:49 pm
Oh.
Grendel's eyes slid almost all the way closed as she scritched just underneath his jaw, the merest gleam of bright blue signaling that he was barely paying attention to anything else. Very useful, fingers; it was a shame Ursula usually used hers to yank ears or a tail, or to snatch him by the scruff of his neck and haul him somewhere he could have lived without visiting.
His legs were refusing to work right with both her hands merrily giving him all the attention he could have ever asked for, and the Guardian seated himself slowly. His purr continued to grow steadily louder with time, and he made a mental note; this is why being a cat certainly had its pros. Another note; shred something Ursula particularly liked for failing as a decent cat owner.
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