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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 10:29 pm
There was a very hungry kitty outside the back of an Italian restaurant. If she had been a dog, she might have reminded people of a certain Disney movie that had a stray pooch doing the same thing.
Alas, ********* was no Tramp. In the alleyway, she mewled towards the door, as if trying to will it to open. Her nose twitched every so often from the strong smell of garlic that was making the round animal lick her maw. Somebody had to take out the trash eventually, and there ********* was, ready and willing to pick through the partially eaten meals for her own feast.
All she had to do was sit, wait, and give the door the biggest kitty eyes possible.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:22 pm
Celsus had been, as usual, patrolling.
It was not that late this time - sometime in the evening - but the effects of Daylight Savings Time meant that it got darker earlier, the streets becoming dangerous faster - and that meant Celsus' duty started at an earlier time lately.
Currently he was sitting, as he liked to do, up in a tree on the edge of a street near the center of Destiny City, the branch a good several feet above the ground, Celsus lost within the shadows of the thickly populated branches.
He could hear a cat meowing from somewhere - and he could feel the ripple of a familiar power signature.
Celsus dropped from the tree stealthily and casually made his way towards the location of the energy, quietly and easily slipping into the alleyway and giving the cat in question an amused look, raising one brow.
"Evening, H ebe darling."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 10:47 pm
Someone said her name aloud. A pair of triangular ears twitched before the feline almost owlishly turned to face the owner of said voice. A pair of green eyes widened a bit before she mewled out "Oooooo... someone's got fancy pants!"
A part of her was tempted to remain immediately in front of the back door like a true hunger trooper, but ********* was able to come up with a new plan quite quickly. With that, she lifted up her tailless rump and meandered over to the boy's ankles, quickly weaving her way about them.
With a few purrs escaping her, she then greeted "I take it someone got a bit stronger, yes? Congratulations, Celsus!" There was maybe a three second pause before she added "We should celebrate!"
Translation: We should get some food!
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 11:52 am
Celsus, with a slightly sheepish and altogether pleased look on his face, ducked into an extravagant bow in front of ********* have indeed got a new pair of 'fancy pants,'" he said, eyes twinkling in amusement as he followed the cat's track. She was purring a little as she wove in and out of his legs, and Celsus knelt, scratching behind ********* ears affectionately.
"Thank you," he said, genuinely grateful for her praise. "I figure I owe a lot to you as well, my dear, so thank you for being so supportive of me. I'm much obliged."
Dark red brows rose, Celsus tilting his head as he tapped a finger against his cheek.
"And by celebrate you...are wanting food?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 8:58 am
For a moment, ********* maw spread to form a grin similar to a certain fictional feline in Wonderland. "Goodness, you can read me like a book, can't you?" With a small giggle, her smile shrank back to something a bit less exaggerated.
Wanting to get picked up, she stood up on her hind legs, pressing her forepaws against his fancy pants, eyes up in his general direction as she did such. "It is awfully nice of you to say that... I don't really know how I helped, but I'll take your word for it. So, it was no problem at all!"
As she stood there, holding herself up by the base of his pants-leg, the feline got back to the most important subject of all. "So... for celebrating... are you in the mood for Italian food? They have some really good stuff here... and the chefs are really nice about sharing."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:35 pm
"Well, you're not exactly difficult to read," said Celsus dryly, lifting a brow. "I seem to recall a certain time in a certain Surrounding where you tried to steal some of the food that was for the supplies...."
He was barely stifling a laugh now as he added innocently "Except you bit off a bit more than you could chew that time."
Whistling to himself, Celsus smiled widely, reaching down to scratch behind H ebe's ears affectionately. "Just knowing that you support me, is all," he said cheerfully. "You were there from the beginning, after all. You saw it all happen - well, okay, not everything, but you knew me before we knew I was who I am. So I'm glad I have a friend like you."
Winking at the cat, Celsus straightened, hands folded across his chest as he glanced over at the restaurant.
"So...are you saying go in and eat, take away, or beg at the backdoor? Since that wouldn't look odd at all..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 8:54 am
"If I were a book, I'd at least hope I was a mystery book... but the way you talk, you make me sound like a cooking book!" ********* replied with a chuckle or two. Certain aspects to herself were pretty easy to read, but as with many Mauvians, there were still parts of her which were a mystery to the rest. Even Iris didn't know about everything which the manx did in the city.
As Celsus straightened up, the manx had to back away a bit so she could at least keep eye contact with him. "...well, I wouldn't mind if you stayed back here to beg, but I think the owners might mind. You are dressed too nicely to be a hobo... so I suspect you could order something to go... since I am pretty sure I'm not allowed inside."
From her spot, she almost seemed to grin like that infamous Cheshire Cat. "I promise this won't be a scene from that movie with the dogs. And I promise I won't move as fast as I did in the Surrounding... though, I am kinda lacking in the hands department at the moment, so I wouldn't be able to get a good grab anyways!"
Yes, that blunder was never going to go away, but it was always something good to laugh at. At least it was proof she had a decent enough sense of humor.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:21 am
He gave her a Look.
"If you were a book, you'd be one of those mystery ones that keep you guessing until the very end when you find out it was the same person you thought it was at the very beginning."
Idly brushing a hand down his jacket, smoothing it out, Celsus tilted his head to slant a gaze down at H ebe. She was grinning widely at him, even in her cat form, and he could not help but be amused by her.
"You want me to just walk in looking like this?" he asked her. "I mean, I know I look great like this and all, but I suppose I should power down before I actually walk in and get food."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:51 am
"I don't recall saying how you had to be dressed to go inside..." With a slight sneeze, the cat had to lift a paw up to rub at her nose.
"Obviously I should stay back here... but do as you see fit I suppose when it comes to going into the restaurant." Most people in the same situation would probably choose to power down in all honesty, and ********* suspected the same might be the case for this boy. However, if he really wanted to stay in his fancy pants, she wasn't going to argue.
She was just secretly going to remain at the door and hopefully get lucky with a double stash of food (some purchased, some begged for).
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:12 pm
"Fine, fine," said Celsus, with an airy wave of his hand, and grinned at H ebe, winking at the cat. Without another word, he disappeared around the corner of the building, out of sight. There was a small time in which nothing could be heard, except for the various sounds of city life around them.
About five minutes later, there was a clinking noise, and around the corner he returned - except wearing a pair of jeans and a teeshirt, holding a plastic bag in his hands.
"Pasta?" said Fritz, smiling brightly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 9:39 am
By the time the boy returned, the cat was exactly where he had found her at the beginning, giving the door the same pair of pleading eyes. Unfortunately, in that short amount of time, nobody had popped out of the door, no matter how badly she wished it.
It wasn't his approach that caught her attention, but rather, the word he said in a questioning tone.
Peering away from the door, she noticed the change in appearance. "...aww... no more fancy pants! Oh well... probably better to hang out like this anyways! Don't need youma pestering us while we eat, right?" With a light giggle, she trotted over to Fritz's ankles, rubbing herself up against him before asking "...so where shall we eat? Here? Somewhere else that is covered in less trash and dirt?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:45 am
"No more fancy pants because I wasn't about to walk into a public restaurant as Celsus, Squire of Chronos," replied Fritz dryly, setting the bag down in front of H ebe and pulling an empty crate towards himself, plopping down. "Besides, then I'd have to explain the heels."
He pulled out two takeaway boxes - one that he held out to H ebe, the other in his lap as he lifted a brow.
"Do you need a fork or anything, or are you just going to eat like that? Which is fine, of course."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 4:55 pm
Ankles soon enough went ignored, now that she had a very delicious smelling package close to her. Of course, she was all cat at the moment, so she couldn't help but giggle a bit at the boy's question.
"Forks are meant for those with fingers, Fredboberick of the Fritz! I am lacking in that department these days!" Awkwardly, she settled her haunches down and leaned back so she could momentarily balance her forepaws in the air and wiggle the digits at him as best as she could. And then she tumbled back slightly onto her back, letting out a tiny "ooph!" in the process.
From her new place, she shook off her head, then asked "...my fine boy... what color sauce are we talking about with this? Are we talking red sauces or white sauces? Or perhaps pink sauces? Your answer makes all the difference! Fate of the world is in the balance!" As if to prove this whole statement was quite silly, she squirmed in place and laughed out a bit louder than her muffled giggles of earlier.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 11:03 am
"You have fingers," said Fritz, with a great deal of innocence as he popped open the lid to his takeaway box and pulled out a plastic sleeve that held a napkin and fork inside. "I've been a witness to them myself."
Beating the dead horse done, Fritz reached out and ruffled the top of H ebe's head affectionately, scratching between her ears.
"I bring you...no sauce," he said, and flipped open the container on the ground to reveal some buttery linguini, all tangled up like string. After a moment's hesitation he grinned and pulled two smaller containers out of the bag in his lap.
"Or red or white, considering. I brought you both, since I wasn't sure which one you wanted."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 4:57 pm
If it was possible for a cat to puff out their cheeks in a slight false-pout, it would have seemed like the manx was doing just that at the moment. With the head ruffle, she leaned into it, but not without a retort to his accusation. "I was very specific and said 'these days'... I told you before... I can't frolic around in a form with fingers very easily here... I can't just do it whenever I feel the fancy!" Despite how agitated her words might have seemed, her tone was completely conversational, lacking any sort of scolding edge to it.
Eventually she managed to roll herself back into an upright position, just in time to catch the boy revealing the feast. Her nose twitched slightly, better able to catch the scent of the butter now.
"...some do consider butter as a sauce... but that's okay! Such a very considerate boy, putting the sauces in separate containers... means I can actually enjoy some of them!" Had it been all over her noodles (because let's face it, she had laid claim over the noodles the moment they were revealed), she could have easily gotten red stains all over her fur. White wouldn't have been nearly as bad. Pink would have been quite middling. Now she didn't have to worry because she could simply lap up the sauces like they were milk in saucers.
Wandering up to the linguini, she nudged the container slightly before asking "...soooo...? Did you get anything for yourself?"
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