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 Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 7:47 am
Saturday mornings, in theory, would be like any other day for a cat. There was no need to remember dates, there was no work to be on time or late for, there was no need to be anywhere at any time unless the cat chose to show up of their own accord.
That being said, Bob particularly enjoyed Saturday mornings because it was the day, of all days, where the most people would wander about Destiny City. Parks were more populated, restaurants had more occupants and various activities scattered themselves across the city limits.
One activity that Chaos Guardian tended to enjoy was what he called cat calling. It was exactly how it sounded - he cat called women. Only with a cat doing the cat calling, nearly all of the women he called out to assumed the offender was anything but the mangy looking orange cat laying about.
Today's point of interest was the large tree that hung over the park's side wall, allowing him to remain perched atop the lengthy tree branch and look down on the sidewalk parallel to the park's fencing. There, dozens upon hundreds of people would walk, traveling from one side of the shopping district towards the other.
To put it simply: it was perfect.
Tail curling around his large form, paws propped upon each other as he leaned over to stare at a particularly adorable looking girl hurriedly passing down the sidewalk, books clutched to her chest.
"Hey bookworm! Lose the books and the glasses and then we'll talk!"
The sheepish looking girl glanced around, clearly startled by both the sudden bluntness of a stranger and the fact that the stranger was nowhere to be found. Clutching her books even tighter, she hurried down the sidewalk even faster than before.
This game went on for a good twenty minutes, Bob finding women, both beautiful and ugly alike, dropping inappropriate comments just as they passed under and confusing the ever loving dickens out of all of them.
Ah, Saturday mornings were wonderful, as far as Bob was concerned.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 2:10 pm
Saturday mornings mean an early start for one Cassadega Bright, despite the fact that it was summer and she shouldn't have had classes.
But, the life of a dance major dictated otherwise and, really, Cass couldn't complain too much. She had a lead part in an upcoming performance and she was spending extra hours working on her routine and the choreography. Besides, music and dance were more or less the best parts about her life that didn't involve another body sticking around to enjoy.
Having just finished a rather intense session, the young woman was heading through park on her way back to her town home. The cut-off shirt she wore over her sport's bra was sliding off her shoulder as her workout bag bounced against her hip. Wireless headphones sat over her ears as she walked across the pathways that led in and out of this park.
Her shorts barely slid down her thigh, pockets exposed by the short cut of the dark denim and the tactful, fashion induced rips. Long, darkly tanned legs seemed to go for days as she made her way about, only coming to stop when she nearly ran into someone who looked utterly baffled and confused.
The sudden stop jostled her headphones which slid down her neck.
Huh, peculiar.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 5:27 pm
The girl who was dashing off now hadn't been much fun - there hadn't been so much as a glance up before she'd practically started to run away. Pft. There was no fun in cat calling if you weren't at least going to do something, Bob figured.
Thankfully enough, though, a hot little number seemed to be headed his way just in the nick of time to save him from disappointment. Her hair was bright, but it wasn't her hair that he was staring at.
The shorts she wore were hardly classifiable as shorts and the top showed off a blessedly large amount of midriff. Overall, it was definitely a work of art in the Maine Coon's book. He was luck in the fact that her earbuds seemed to have fallen out - no time like the present to take advantage of an opportunity, right?
Letting off a long, appreciative whistle, he crooned out, "Hey, may as well take the rest of it off - you're halfway there, as it is!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2017 8:34 am
The whistle caught her attention first and Cass stalled in the middle of the walkway with one green brow arched as matching eyes scanned the area around her. She knew she was a fine piece of legs and tail, it wasn't uncommon for people to look at her appreciatively or with irritation, for those girls and boys that didn't like how their SO was looking at her as opposed to them.
It was the crooning voice that allowed her to pinpoint the man - voice indicated someone more masculine at least - who was inviting her to strip.
Seeing that the voice belong to a cat didn't surprise her as much as it should have. Not when she saw the star on it's forehead. That indicated a magical cat, if she remembered correctly, her only experience with one being when one had been summoned to provide her with a pen.
"Sorry kitty cat, that's not until Wednesday and I don't think you have enough bills for the show." She retorted, tossing a wink as a hand came to rest on her hip.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2017 11:34 am
As she glanced up towards the branches and called back at him, Bob nearly fell out of the tree from sheer surprise.
Wait... how did she know it was him talking? Cute lil teases like that were supposed to assume it was some pervy guy lurking around the corner, not some oversized pervy cat lurking from the treetops!
Recomposing himself, he had the audacity to grin back at her, sharp teeth exposing themselves in a cheshire grin as he put two and two together when it came to her response. Not until and bills meant that stripping off her clothes happened to be an occupational hazard... or delight. Y'know, whichever.
"Not nice to stereotype, baby doll." He didn't try to hide the fact he was addressing her, not when the sidewalk was otherwise empty. It'd simply look bad on her anyways, standing beneath a tree and talking to a homeless looking feline. "I just so happen to have quite a bit of cash to my name."
Claws began to knead at the branch he was resting on, an instinctive sign of how delighted he'd grown. Teasing others anonymously was fun... teasing people who could taunt back was even better.
"It's Bob by the way, my little half naked friend. And you would be...?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 1:58 pm
Noting the cat's surprise, which was hard with all that fur, Cass lifted a finger to tap her forehead, like that was all the answer he'd need to know how she figured out what he was. Thank those stars for signaling a guardian cat, even if she didn't know what team it played for. Still, her cat friend appeared to be intrigued by her from the way it grinned and she folded her arms over her chest as she peered up at him.
"Generally speaking, animals don't carry cash on them." She shot right back, not even knocked off balance by the cat's words. "Why kitty cat, you looking to spend?"
One hand lifted so fingers, with nails painted to match her hair, grazed her lips, purposely drawing attention to them. She only seemed to stand straighter, as if she was going to show off the goods, when he pointed out her choose in loose fitting, cut-off clothing.
"Cass," she offered easily, one brow arching as if she was ready to issue a challenge. "What's a cat like you doing spending his time on people who won't talk back?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:18 pm
"Generally speaking, cats don't speak either."
He pulled his claws from out of the branch's bark, moving to slowly descend his way towards the sidewalk. He first teetered along the branch, which swayed under the sheer weight of the large feline, threatening to break halfway along the way. He either didn't seem to notice or he didn't seem to care.
"Cassie, baby, a guy's gotta get his fun in somehow, right?"
Hopping down to the large gate, he managed to shimmy his way down at least halfway gracefully, landing on the sidewalk with a soft plop. Four paws rose and he straightened up his shoulders. Chin tilting up, he gave her a wicked grin. "I tend to tease - pity that no one usually picks up on it. Until now, that is."
Purring loudly, he wasted no time in threading himself between her legs, rubbing his large, furry body against her bare, beautiful skin. "So, what side of the fence do we play on then, darling? I'm sensing you could probably use a little more chaos kitty in your life."
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:44 pm
"The fun ones do." She quipped, stepping back as the cat crawled his way down from the tree.
"Sure you could find fun elsewhere," she shot right back, looking amused as orange fur tickled the bare, smooth skin of her legs. "Awfully forward, arentcha?" She laughed, loud and bright before she started forward, arms leaving her chest so her hands could lace together and lock behind her head.
From how she didn't wait for him, it was clear that she expected him to follow along with her.
Raggedy Bob (yeah, she hadn't missed that too long tie dragging around) might have been more confident than most of the boys she dealt with on a regular basis, but Cass had no shortage of confidence herself. Besides, boys liked chases, and she assumed that cat was no different.
"Like there's any other option than the one that's a little more gray than black or white. Please." Plus, it was the side that Ilian was on and he promised that when she took that step, she got him and she wasn't giving that up, nope. She didn't let her boys wander too far away.
"Though my interest in kitties has more to do with what they can offer me."
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:59 pm
She stepped away from his nuzzling and Bob wrinkled his nose in irritation. Women were supposed to dote on him - it was the calling of the cat, the natural urge that the female gender had when it came to spotting a feline... one in a tie, no less!
But no. Little miss seductive had to start walking, resting her hands behind her head as her bottom swayed with every step, calling to the perverted cat who watched every wiggle.
He followed, of course. It wasn't like he was dumb - he knew she wanted him to follow and he wasn't about to disappoint a fair maiden and her request for company. Flipping his tie over his shoulder, the large Maine Coon sauntered after her, paws quickening their pace until he'd caught up alongside where she walked.
"Most of the time I'm being carried around, y'know," He commented slyly, noting her chest and the notion of how nice it would be cuddled up next to her thin shirt, "Not being asked to offer my own services to someone else."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 8:24 am
It took a moment for her furry friend to fall into step near her, but he did and Cass could feel herself ready to preen. Of course he followed, he would have been an idiot not to. "Cute try, Bobby." Bright green eyes flicked down to where he was trotting along. "'Fraid I'm not like most."
Her steps didn't even slow for a moment, long and toned dancer legs carrying her about her way with smooth, confident strides.
"If you think I'm gonna just roll over for you kitty cat, it ain't gonna happen. Sorry," she said the last word in a sing-song voice, unlacing her hands and stretching her arms above her. "If you want something from me, you're gonna have to work for it."
Arms fell to her sides and she glanced down at him. "The reward's always worth it, though." Cass had a great track record.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 8:47 am
"Dogs roll over," he corrected her quickly, "Cats lower their heads in submission. Ears flatten, tails tuck, that sort of thing."
His shorter legs did their best to keep up with the human's, ensuring he could match her pace as he continued to relentlessly pepper their conversation with inappropriate remarks.
"If you wanna lower your head for me though, baby, I ain't gonna complain."
The large feline smirked, eyes unable to take themselves away from the fact that with every pass her legs made nearby, he could see barely enough beneath her shorts to keep him enticed. "But work. Work sounds like effort..."
Furry eyebrows furrowed, the promise of reward dangling in the air. If only this little chickypoo knew of his other form, her tune might change. Alas, the woes of being a magical Guardian Cat and the fact his aura would summon pests from miles around - sigh.
"I guess it depends on what the reward is, whether or not I want to put in the effort to work."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 11:04 am
"Sorry pussycat, you won't see me submitting," she quipped.
Cass couldn't keep the smirk off her mouth as they walked, because she was amused by the guardian's determination to be just as sleazy, or sleazier than the old men that stopped by the club for a dance. It was almost adorable, considering it was coming from what she would constitute as one massive cat, compared to the other strays she'd seen around.
Besides, she was often the aggressor, going after something she wanted with a fierce determination that often didn't stop until she was forced to.
If Bobcat thought he was going to get her to do as he wanted without even offering anything good in return. That wasn't how it worked, people (and apparently cats) bent to her, not the other way around.
"Use your imagination, Bobby," she cooed, adding an extra sway of her hips. "Keep in mind, I'm a dancer." A wink was tossed his way as took a turn, clearly leading them somewhere of her choosing as the park began to fade out behind them. "If I have to spell it out for you, then you're not as clever as you pretend to be."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 12:14 pm
"I could put on my own dance for you, you know," came the retort as he added a small huff. There was no trick he wasn't willing to use - dancing like a cute cat, pawing and purring, exposing his belly for rubs and meowing adorably to obtain whatever it was that he wanted from the person in question.
Cassie dearest, however, seemed harder to impress.
She was sashaying her hips and he could appreciate the gesture. She was playing hard to get, but she hadn't turned him down... yet.
"And I can prove to be just as flexible as you, baby doll, don't you worry."
He trotted alongside her, chin raised in the air as if he were proud of the little factoid. After all, it wasn't like humans could bend down and use their tongues to touch their own ---
Well, nevermind that.
"But if you've got a special request for 'ol Bob, you'd better spell it out to him, just to be sure. Don't want him messin' up his shot with the hottest gal on the block, do we?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 2:07 pm
"YouTube is full of dancing cat videos, Bobby. I don't need you to put on a show for me." Kittens were cute and cats were alright in her opinion. What made Bob interesting was the fact that he was a guardian cat. They had a technological skill set she lacked and she thought it would be in her best interest to get this smooth talking, sleazy cat wrapped around her finger when she good.
"I'm sure you've got some tricks, but so far I haven't seen anything impressive." She tossed hair back behind her shoulder, giving him a look of disappointment.
"Your cute cat trick won't work on me pussycat. So let's talk what you can do for me with that special skill set you guardian cats have. Tech and upgrades, huh?" At least that's what she thought she had been told about the cat's purposes.
"I'll probably need assistance from good old Bobby when the time comes. Y'know, since Jet baby can't do it on his lonesome."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 2:16 pm
Peering up at her curiously, the large cat mulled over her hinting. So, she wanted some fancy stuff, did she? Probably a pen upgrade too, if she were a senshi and not an agent. What a pesky problem, trying to find a cat to upgrade your pen when they weren't very frequent around the city...
Smug as ever, his head swayed from side to side as he continued strutting down the sidewalk. He had something that she couldn't get - leaving him in still dangling in the desirable category, mangy feline or not.
"Tell you what - you scratch my back, cutie and I'll be sure to scratch yours."
He didn't know who this Jet person was, but if he was a cat, he ought to be ashamed of himself. What was the point of being a cat if you couldn't figure out the most basic of tasks - like upgrading stuff. Sheesh.
Darting out in front of her, he stood in her path with the intention of making her stop dead in her tracks. Either that or trip over him, whichever came first.
Eyes narrowed and he wrinkled his nose.
"Now... let's talk about my reward, shall we? What's in it for me?"
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