Post by BOSTON BLACK on Dec 24, 2012 5:59:36 GMT -5
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The five -- yes, five -- pairs of eyes trained on him didn't falter as he explained to them just why it was they couldn't keep following him everywhere. All different colors of gold or green or somewhere inbetween, the eyes remained on him as he gesticulated and shook his head and generally just spat out word vomit.
Off to the side, Pudding cleaned himself with haughty licks of his sandpaper tongue, expression so smug Boston wanted to kick him.
"It's just weird," the generic hoodie-wearing teen told them all, the heavy plastic headphones around his neck mercifully silent, at least for the moment. "You don't see any other kids walking around with a whole herd of cats, do you?" Pudding said, pack. Not a herd, a pack. Boston waved that off and continued his rant, hardly about to stop over one stupid word. "I mean, I like you guys, I really do, but I'm starting to get weird looks."
He was getting several of those right that moment, but that was probably because he was sitting on the steps to the goddamn public library and preaching to an audience made of stray felines. Even if he had picked an area out of the way, it still looked weird as hell. Making a face, Boston lowered his voice. "Do you guys get anything I'm saying?"
Pudding affirmed that they did, and also, they were all very hungry and did he have food? There was a brief moment where Boston said nothing at all but merely sat there, expression defeated. "I have food," he finally said, grudgingly. Five varying shades of pink tongues lapped at velvety chops as Boston opened the McDonald's bag at his side and busted out the McNugget box within. "It's just a twenty piece, so share," the werecat said, trying to sound threatening. The cats ignored him and dug in, occasionally fighting over a stray nugget. Boston rested his face in his hands, watching on like an overprotective den mother. Oh man, why did cats have to be so goshdarn cute?
★ tagged;; vivienne/open ★ location;; new york public library - hopefully vivienne has some reason to be there lmao ★ notes;; awkward kitty playdate pls? boston is sitting on the steps that lead up to the library at UNDISCLOSED TIME because wow i'm descriptive. he's also sharing mcdonalds (sponsor) with a herd of cats idk.
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Vivienne didn't often go to the library, but this was her first Christmas on her own instead of going back to her mother's, and there were only so many times you could eat out at restaurants during the holiday season before you got extremely fucking tired of eating out alone at restaurants. Her apartment was too cramped for her to just order from the butcher's and eat properly, so she'd been forced to resort to human cooking, only to discover that eating eggs for every meal (the only food she could cook properly) was even more boring than eating out every meal. Hence, the fact that she was now emerging from the previously mentioned library with a bag of alleged “easy to cook recipes, seriously dummy proof” books. Well, if the demon let her down on this front, she'd come back and calmly tie his entrails around his neck.
As the door swung shut behind her, she examined the scene in front of her. Young homeless looking kid on the streets in winter: not that odd in New York. Young homeless looking kid talking to a bunch of cats and feeding them McDonald's...still not as odd as you'd imagine, to be honest, but of more interest than the former. And she liked McDonald's. Vivienne near bounded down the steps and crouched down on the steps just above the kid's head, dropping the bag of books next to her feet.
”Geez, you gotta teach them to have some sense of hierarchy,” she commented thoughtfully. ”My mom would kick my ass if I ate out of line. They're never going to respect your authority this way, you know.”
Post by BOSTON BLACK on Dec 29, 2012 5:58:40 GMT -5
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Boston just about shit a brick as someone came thumping down the stairs behind him. The cats fled like startled deer as the woman settled down directly above their newfound friend, leaving Boston alone with only Pudding as his backup. He gave the lady a wide-eyed look. "Er, what?" Shit, was she talking about the cats?
The werecat was on the edge of his seat (or step, rather), but the calm way Pudding very pointedly kept licking himself kept him from outright bolting. "They're just strays," he told the lady, suspicion making his voice a hell of a lot less friendly than it usually was. He got a weird sense from her; it raised the short hairs on his neck like hackles.
Still, though... Pudding wasn't freaking out.
"Plus, they're cats," he added, surreptitiously giving her a once-over. Wow, wow, wow. She was pretty hot. Didn't look that old, either. The boy relaxed minutely, though he still sat tense and ready to flee at a moment's notice. "Can't really tame cats." Smugly, Pudding licked a paw and washed it over the back of his head.
Looking at the chick, he felt another wave of familiarity. Tipping his blond head to one side, the teenager's yellow eyes met hers. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
★ tagged;; vivienne/open ★ location;; new york public library ★ notes;; ugh sorry for taking so long! holidays are always so busy :c ugh boston can kinda tell she's another were but doesn't realize exactly? he's a noob sorry
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Vivienne sighed in exaggerated exasperation. "I didn't say tame them," she dragged out, savoring the vowels like they were a fine vintage. (She was more likely to be caught drinking a 2.99 dollar bottle of Lucky Duck then a truly impressive scotch or something, but whatever.) "I said make them respect you. There's a difference, even if most people are too dumb to realize it."
She flopped back, arms spread out on the steps and stared at the sky.
"Nah, you don't know me," she said. "It's just my first Christmas where I didn't go home, and my roommate is a really lovely girl, but she's not a cat, and I saw you chatting up all those strays like the goddamn prince of the paupers, and your eyes, and I felt lonely so I invited myself over. I might be a solitary predator but that doesn't mean I hate people, y'know. Quite the contrary, even if most of them aren't worth it."
She propped herself slightly up again to look at Pudding.
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