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 Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 3:35 pm
His tail thrashed from side to side, green eyes watching the citizens of Destiny City as they passed by, carrying on with their supposedly busy lives. Bob had set up camp on a nearby stone landing, positioned close but not within swatting distance of the neighboring pretzel cart and its owner.
The smell of salty bread continued to waft in his direction, but he was patient, biding his time for the right individual to pass by with the potential of grabbing him a quick snack.
Yawning, he crossed his paws with one another, letting out a soft meow for the nearest pedestrian to hear.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 5:13 pm
He'd gone out to get a new strap for his camera and for once enjoy some of the fresh air while theyad it. It finally wasn't snowing and wasn't so cold he felt like he had to be bundled up in twelve layers to actually be warm. He was trying to avoid a near by pretzel cart but traffic didn't quite let him and he paused to let a pile of people go past so he didn't have to try to elbow his way anywhere. The meowing was odd though and when he heard it he turned his head. "Wow, scruffy." He laughed softly as he eyed the cat sitting on the wall near by.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 5:26 pm
A magenta haired twerp was the first to hear his call, one ear twitching as he stretched his front legs out. Claws extended, then retracted, the large cat dropping down onto the sidewalk as he stared up at the stranger.
"Meow."
Furry paws hastened their speed until he was standing directly in front of the teenager, green eyes glued to his face. He tried again, attempting to sound more urgent. "MEOW."
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 5:32 pm
He eyed the cat as it hopped down off the wall and continued to mew at him. "Um, I'm not little Timmy and if someone's down a wall I suggest finding a paid professional." He didn't really like cats much. Other than his own. And this one looked like it spend a bit too much time outside and there was a black star on it's forehead. That didn't bode well either if his own purple star-ed kitten meant anything.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 6:23 pm
Everyone's a jokester. Bob's eyes narrowed, sizing up the kid. It was clear that he wanted nothing to do with a stray cat, but a fresh wave of pretzel smell came drifting in their direction, reigniting his desire for food and a rumble in his furry little stomach.
"Mrrrrrrrrrr." He pushed forward, rubbing up against the stranger's legs all the while ensuring a decent amount of orange fur made its way onto his pants' legs.
Being unable to talk made things so much more difficult.
Both front paws rose to gently paw at his pants, letting out a pitiful, begging meow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 7:51 pm
He cringed with the cat rubbed up against him. He had enough fur on him now from Sumi and at least his was light but this ... his jeans were going to be covered in orange fur for days. "Please don't do that. Can't you go find someone else to bother?" Like the guy running the little shop? That would be great. When the crowd cleared he tried to move away from the cat hoping that it wouldn't try to dig in it's claws. He didn't want or need claw marks on his legs if the stray's claws were long enough to go through his jeans. "Be a good kitty and don't beg for food. That's for dogs."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 7:19 am
He resisted the urge to growl for effect - didn't this kid have a heart? It was obvious from the other hair on his legs (and that distinct, familiar smell...) that he was a pet kind of person, so what was the problem here, exactly?
There was a moment's debate on whether or not he should scale up the young man's side, but considering his weight and the general disposition of the stranger, he decided against it.
Instead, he pushed against the leg his nails were still attached to, glowering up at the teenager. Ah, what the hell. It wasn't as if the kid could prove anything if he pointed it out to anyone else...
"C'mon, kid. You're the one making me stoop to dog level here."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 7:34 am
Talking cat... He really didn't want to give himself away to the feline but he'd always been terrible at acting and so instead of reacting like someone should to a talking cat he just groaned, head tipping back slightly. "This is not what I need today. One of you is enough." He muttered to the sky in general before looking back down at the cat. "I am not buying you a pretzel. You'd have more luck just begging the vendor for something or waiting for some kid to drop one. It'll happen eventually."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 8:37 am
His ears flattened as the teenager held his head up to the sky in exasperation. This most definitely wasn't the reaction he was going for. He was expecting shock and awe, he was expecting startled surprise - even mild surprise would have been acceptable. But as the kid muttered one of you is enough, his claws detached themselves from his jeans and he took a step back.
"Vendor is just as heartless as you are, kiddo."
His voice was low, mindful of the straggling shoppers that passed by. He'd wanted to raise awareness, but not on a mass level. And, from the look of things, he'd chosen the one freakin' senshi or knight out of a score of dozens of normal looking civilians.
What rotten luck.
Turning off in a huff, he returned to his perch and circled the stone a few times before settling down. "Hope you're not as insensitive to your own cat."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 8:55 am
When the scruffy looking cat finally let go of his leg and started to make it's way back to his perch he sighed and reached down to dust off his pant legs. He didn't want orange fur all over his apartment and he didn't exactly have a lint roller with him. He did almost snicker at the cat's comment about the pretzel vendor being heartless. The guy was probably used to all sorts of stray animals begging for scraps. "I'm not heartless. Just practical." He looked up at the cat once it was back on it's perch. Thankfully the street was busy enough that no one really paid him any mind talking to the feline. "My cat doesn't beg for food." Grinning sightly he moved away from the cat so he could rejoin the sidewalk traffic. "But if he did then he'd know to try at the takoyaki stand a block into chinatown this time of day because the daughter can't say no to a cute face."
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