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[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius huffs and plops his head down after your examination, although his ears swivel forward at your comment. They think about it for a moment, really think. Eventually Sirius meows in approval and carefully makes his rather wobbly way off of you.

Next sitting next to you, some of the dust comes off of your sweater and into the air. The dust, the annoyance it has decided to be, goes into his nose.

They sneeze.

More dust comes out.

Sirius falls face forwards onto the dock and lets out a long annoyed (and frankly tired) meow.

Good heavens he needs to clean up.]

-🌌

[ it’s just about impossible for grian to ground himself when he’s alone. even when he does manage to bring himself out of his head, it’s never in a gradual way, like when he has someone guiding him. deep breaths, they would say, count this, touch that— all very good ways to do it. ]

[ that is not his way. ]

[ he doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until the night air hits him in the face, sagging against his front door for support as he finally breathes. ]

[ he’s good at shoving the thoughts back into their box, to stop himself from thinking too much, his body is just slow to get the message that hey, he was not doing this right now. not ever. so he pushes it to catch up. his limbs feel heavy, wings spreading wide and giving heavy flaps as he glides off his porch. his landing is a little shaky from forcing them to work through frayed nerves but whatever. ]

[ he pads over to his dock, where the breeze is best felt, the lights scattered about keeping it from being too dark as he plops down on the edge. immediately plunging talons into the water, soaking the ends of his pants before flopping down on his back. he just needs a bit of fresh air. that’s all. ]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius lets out a soft confused meow as he’s picked up and shifted around, although once settled the warmth of your chest is rather nice..and the scritches, those are always amazing.

Content to just lay there, head resting on his paws, eyes watching the stars themself. When you speak the cat perks up, ears tipping forward. At your first words you get a sympathetic meow and nuzzles.

At your next set, Sirius puts his head up and shakes his whole body, a light layer of green dust (magic of course) floats off and leaves a small layer on you. Sirius looks at you again and softly shakes their head.]

-🌌

@grians-mailbox

[ it’s just about impossible for grian to ground himself when he’s alone. even when he does manage to bring himself out of his head, it’s never in a gradual way, like when he has someone guiding him. deep breaths, they would say, count this, touch that— all very good ways to do it. ]

[ that is not his way. ]

[ he doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until the night air hits him in the face, sagging against his front door for support as he finally breathes. ]

[ he’s good at shoving the thoughts back into their box, to stop himself from thinking too much, his body is just slow to get the message that hey, he was not doing this right now. not ever. so he pushes it to catch up. his limbs feel heavy, wings spreading wide and giving heavy flaps as he glides off his porch. his landing is a little shaky from forcing them to work through frayed nerves but whatever. ]

[ he pads over to his dock, where the breeze is best felt, the lights scattered about keeping it from being too dark as he plops down on the edge. immediately plunging talons into the water, soaking the ends of his pants before flopping down on his back. he just needs a bit of fresh air. that’s all. ]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius is once again hesitant, body still rather weak and weary, but walks over anyway. When sniffing that cat gets a good look at you, seems they aren’t the only one tired..

Appreciating the pets, Sirius nuzzles into your hand. Occasionally with some scritches little bits and green sparkles and dust floats to the floor. After a moment Sirius pulls away to sit against your side, one paw now plopped on your leg as he looks up at you.

That strangely (although not so strange anymore) concerned look passes over the cat once more, green eyes studying your own dark ones. He lets out another soft meow before nuzzling into your chest.

Looked like you needed some company anyways…]

-🌌

@grians-mailbox

[ it’s just about impossible for grian to ground himself when he’s alone. even when he does manage to bring himself out of his head, it’s never in a gradual way, like when he has someone guiding him. deep breaths, they would say, count this, touch that— all very good ways to do it. ]

[ that is not his way. ]

[ he doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until the night air hits him in the face, sagging against his front door for support as he finally breathes. ]

[ he’s good at shoving the thoughts back into their box, to stop himself from thinking too much, his body is just slow to get the message that hey, he was not doing this right now. not ever. so he pushes it to catch up. his limbs feel heavy, wings spreading wide and giving heavy flaps as he glides off his porch. his landing is a little shaky from forcing them to work through frayed nerves but whatever. ]

[ he pads over to his dock, where the breeze is best felt, the lights scattered about keeping it from being too dark as he plops down on the edge. immediately plunging talons into the water, soaking the ends of his pants before flopping down on his back. he just needs a bit of fresh air. that’s all. ]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[It has been some time since he’d been out and about. Having been working on his magic for quite some time, attempting to return to normal and ultimately failing. Having given up, the black cat decides to visit some people he hasn’t seen in quite some time.

Walking on a path, the cat notices you down the dock, quickly deciding to head over and maybe say hello.

Although once close enough they pause, noticing how..bad? You look? It makes the little thing hesitate for a moment, before padding closer and sitting next to one of the anchor ties.

After waiting a moment, Sirius lets out a small concerned

Mreow..?]

-🌌

@grians-mailbox

[ it’s just about impossible for grian to ground himself when he’s alone. even when he does manage to bring himself out of his head, it’s never in a gradual way, like when he has someone guiding him. deep breaths, they would say, count this, touch that— all very good ways to do it. ]

[ that is not his way. ]

[ he doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until the night air hits him in the face, sagging against his front door for support as he finally breathes. ]

[ he’s good at shoving the thoughts back into their box, to stop himself from thinking too much, his body is just slow to get the message that hey, he was not doing this right now. not ever. so he pushes it to catch up. his limbs feel heavy, wings spreading wide and giving heavy flaps as he glides off his porch. his landing is a little shaky from forcing them to work through frayed nerves but whatever. ]

[ he pads over to his dock, where the breeze is best felt, the lights scattered about keeping it from being too dark as he plops down on the edge. immediately plunging talons into the water, soaking the ends of his pants before flopping down on his back. he just needs a bit of fresh air. that’s all. ]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[“Oh absolutely! Well, so’s Mumbo. It’s quite fun really. Hm..how have you been adjusting to being a cat? Took me about a month, figured out any of the fun tricks yet?”

Sirius asks, standing up and walking over to the side where the sun beams had moved to and laid in. Tail tapping at his side like a hand patting a couch cushion.]

-🌌

@impulses-mailbox

[A black cat with green eyes sits on one of the windowsills nearby where you work. Just watching. You have no clue how or when it got in, but it seems perfectly fine just observing you. Ears flicking occasionally when something clinks or falls.

You see it has a name tag, but you can’t quite read it from where you are..

Do you interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[he perked up, and jumped down from the couch with a stretch. He walked over to it, and sat down, head tilted.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Oh yeah. Definitely all cat owners deal with this. Normal cat things. Yep.

Sirius purrs against your hand, enjoying the pets, as always. Additionally as always, the cat tilts his head at your questioning. Totally hadn’t been planning that all day. Nope! Absolutely purrrfectly innocent cat right here!

After some much appreciated pets Sirius turns around and looks at all the things. Never really looking to much into them, but maybe worth a shot? These ones do look kinda interesting.

With that, Sirius bapped one of the blueprints with both paws and looked back at you curiously.

Mreow?]

-🌌

@mumbos-mailbox

[You’re being stared at. You don’t know from where it’s coming from, but you definitely feel yourself being watched. Mildly horrifying.

Until..

A pen is dropped on your head.

Looking up and in the rafters, everything seems normal..well. Aside from the swishing black tail that’s blowing your assailants cover.]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[the feeling of being watched isn’t that new to him. Ever since season 8 it’s been there, a tickling at his neck and an unease in his stomach. He doesn’t think much about it until he feels the pen, giving a little shout of surprise]

HEY- what-

[he stares at the pen then at the rafters, squinting his eyes and noticing the swishing tail]

Oh you- we have a sneaky little kitty up there, huh?

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius sighed in relief, okay. No experiments. Good good..

“Hm? Skizz..that’s the blue one right? Don’t worry, I’ve given Mumbo at least 15 scares. It’s rather easy to as well! He’s always doing something with the red stuff.”

The cat imagines you scaring the blue- Skizz, and makes a sound akin to a snicker, he’s always up for a bit of ✨mischief.✨]

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@impulses-mailbox

[A black cat with green eyes sits on one of the windowsills nearby where you work. Just watching. You have no clue how or when it got in, but it seems perfectly fine just observing you. Ears flicking occasionally when something clinks or falls.

You see it has a name tag, but you can’t quite read it from where you are..

Do you interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[he perked up, and jumped down from the couch with a stretch. He walked over to it, and sat down, head tilted.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius shook his head immediately, no. No not with someone he didn’t know, not with- no.

“It’s alright!” He’s blurt out quickly, “Ahem..I’ve managed long enough. And from what it seems my case is..difficult? I don’t remember all that much from then. It’s fine though! I-I don’t need experiments.”

Sure it might be rude to deny help, but no thanks! He’d done plenty of his own experiments, well. With magic. But that’s plenty fine!]

-🌌

@impulses-mailbox

[A black cat with green eyes sits on one of the windowsills nearby where you work. Just watching. You have no clue how or when it got in, but it seems perfectly fine just observing you. Ears flicking occasionally when something clinks or falls.

You see it has a name tag, but you can’t quite read it from where you are..

Do you interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[he perked up, and jumped down from the couch with a stretch. He walked over to it, and sat down, head tilted.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[The cat awoke at the sudden noise, jumping about five feet in the air before landing on a shelf. Thankfully not having knocked anything over, but definitely on edge now.

He was sleeping! It was comfy!

The cats ears are flipped back, spine and tail still raised in alarm as he looks down at you. Is that the human who owns the soft bed..? Doesn’t look so soft..]

-🌌

@bdubs-mailbox

[There is a black cat laying in your moss cloak. You had left it sitting for only a short time to do something, and somehow you come back to something sleeping in it?

Strange.

Well, at least it’s cute. And has a collar that you might be able to find its owner with! Although you couldn’t see any names from how far you are..

Do you choose to interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[There was an intruder. Bdubs had been sleeping for- a long time. He didn’t quite know how long, but it was a while. In fact, he’d made an automatic feeder for his horses the second time he woke up.]

[Although, no one had came to wake him up, no signs anyone had visited, no- he’d better stop that train of thought.]

[He moved closer to the cat eyeing it warily, abdomen flashing in a warning.]

“Oi! Whaddya want!!?”

[Bdubs eventually said. Why he was talking to a cat, he wasn’t sure.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[No opposable thumbs was annoying at times. But Sirius had gotten used to it.

“It’s not so bad..you learn to get creative.”

Sirius paused at your query, was he that obvious? With a sigh the cat readjusted his position before answering.

“I’m alright, I just. Well. Aside from Grian who knows, I don’t want anyone else to turn out like me. I wasn’t always a cat, although I’ve gotten rather used to it. It’s not horrible. I just want to make sure you can return to normal.

..you know..?”

Void this was nerve wracking..]

-🌌

@impulses-mailbox

[A black cat with green eyes sits on one of the windowsills nearby where you work. Just watching. You have no clue how or when it got in, but it seems perfectly fine just observing you. Ears flicking occasionally when something clinks or falls.

You see it has a name tag, but you can’t quite read it from where you are..

Do you interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[he perked up, and jumped down from the couch with a stretch. He walked over to it, and sat down, head tilted.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius stared at you for a moment. A strike of horror running through his spine before his brain realized that you used the word “friend.”

“Ah. Alright- good. I MEAN NOT GOOD.” The cat huffs before continuing. “It isn’t..permanent, is it? They know how to turn you back?”

Although he seemed fine with his posture and everything, the tip of Sirius’s tail flicking gave way that he was anxious.

Huh. Weird.]

-🌌

@impulses-mailbox

[A black cat with green eyes sits on one of the windowsills nearby where you work. Just watching. You have no clue how or when it got in, but it seems perfectly fine just observing you. Ears flicking occasionally when something clinks or falls.

You see it has a name tag, but you can’t quite read it from where you are..

Do you interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[he perked up, and jumped down from the couch with a stretch. He walked over to it, and sat down, head tilted.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius blinked. Yeah. Okay. Definitely one of the humans. Standing up and walking around you, Sirius began studying you, taking a moment before walking back around and sitting infront of you again.

“Did..did the same thing that happened to Grian happen to you..?”

The cat asked hesitantly, ear flicking. For once, he’d hope so, he wasn’t to fond of any other possibilities..]

-🌌

@impulses-mailbox

[A black cat with green eyes sits on one of the windowsills nearby where you work. Just watching. You have no clue how or when it got in, but it seems perfectly fine just observing you. Ears flicking occasionally when something clinks or falls.

You see it has a name tag, but you can’t quite read it from where you are..

Do you interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[he perked up, and jumped down from the couch with a stretch. He walked over to it, and sat down, head tilted.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius whips his head over the edge of the rafters, eyes wide. How was he caught?!

Mreow???

Tail waving ever more in confusion, Sirius looks back and oh.

Hmph. Stupid tail..

After glaring at his tail for some couple moments, the cat looks back down at you before making the perilous journey down to join you. Truthfully it looked horrifying with how high up the cat was and all the long jumps. But Sirius was careful!

No one needs to know that he’d fallen from the rafters. And that there was a rather long dragging scratch mark down a more hidden side of a shelf..

Nope! Absolutely safe the whole time as Sirius does the last jump onto your desk. Sitting right in front of you and meowing happily.]

-🌌

@mumbos-mailbox

[You’re being stared at. You don’t know from where it’s coming from, but you definitely feel yourself being watched. Mildly horrifying.

Until..

A pen is dropped on your head.

Looking up and in the rafters, everything seems normal..well. Aside from the swishing black tail that’s blowing your assailants cover.]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[the feeling of being watched isn’t that new to him. Ever since season 8 it’s been there, a tickling at his neck and an unease in his stomach. He doesn’t think much about it until he feels the pen, giving a little shout of surprise]

HEY- what-

[he stares at the pen then at the rafters, squinting his eyes and noticing the swishing tail]

Oh you- we have a sneaky little kitty up there, huh?

[blackcat-mailbox]

[The cat, Sirius, blinks down at the wallet. It tilts its head again, although this time they look confused. That name..isn’t that whose house he’s in? Why’s this cat-

“..er..hello..?”

The cat says, well. Because you’re a cat. And he’s a cat. So of course they can talk.

“Is- are you? ..why are all the humans turning into animals..”]

-🌌

@impulses-mailbox

[A black cat with green eyes sits on one of the windowsills nearby where you work. Just watching. You have no clue how or when it got in, but it seems perfectly fine just observing you. Ears flicking occasionally when something clinks or falls.

You see it has a name tag, but you can’t quite read it from where you are..

Do you interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[he perked up, and jumped down from the couch with a stretch. He walked over to it, and sat down, head tilted.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[The cat simply stares at you before cocking its head, mimicking your motions.

Now that you’re closer, the name on the front read “Sirius.” Though, at least the front side, it doesn’t give you any indication on who owns it.]

-🌌

@impulses-mailbox

[A black cat with green eyes sits on one of the windowsills nearby where you work. Just watching. You have no clue how or when it got in, but it seems perfectly fine just observing you. Ears flicking occasionally when something clinks or falls.

You see it has a name tag, but you can’t quite read it from where you are..

Do you interact?]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[he perked up, and jumped down from the couch with a stretch. He walked over to it, and sat down, head tilted.]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius nods aggressively when Mumbo is mentioned- thank goodness, you got that at least.

Though he stops nodding at you, instead changing to shake his head. Meowing uselessly as the cat taps on the feather, maybe then you’ll say more possibilities..

Oh, but how are you meant to guess Mumbo wants to turn into a chicken!

Sirius lays down and bonks his head face first into the desk. Muffled annoyed mreowing, akin to grumbling, emitting from the cat.]

-🌌

@grians-mailbox

[You hear sudden skittering down the hall outside the room you’re in, almost immediately after an aggressive thunk on your door. Like something just rammed into it. When you open the door you find a very wobbly Sirius, who, you now realize was probably him hitting into it.

Though that’s not the only strange thing. He’s absolutely covered in feathers, has a blue very bitten up sticky note (which has nothing on it) and a..that looks like a pen straight from Mumbo’s desk. That has exploded. Your door now has pen ink on it.

Clearly, Sirius had come trying to get across a message. But the plan was, for the most part, foiled by a singular door.]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[ if it makes him feel better, grian doesn't laugh! okay, so maybe he smiles but he mostly looks confused as he stares down at the cat. ]

what was that?

and what's with you? you're a mess. [ so he doesn't laugh but he's definitely scolding him, leaning down to pick sirius up and cradling him with an arm as his free hand plucks the feathers off. he carries the cat inside, placing him on a workbench. ]

[blackcat-mailbox]

[Sirius stares at you for a moment, then the pen, then back at you. With a pained sigh the cat shakes its head. The pen was meant to represent Mumbo, which in hindsight how was he supposed to get that across? If anything he could represent Mumbo.

Looking back to the pen with frustration, he swats it off the desk- evidently bringing the sticky note and feather with it. Sirius yelps in surprise before jumping down and picking up the last two items and leaving the pen.

Once again situated on the desk, feeling like a bafoon, the cat uses one paw to pat his nametag and the other resting on the items. He meows at you again, desperately begging you to understand.]

-🌌

@grians-mailbox

[You hear sudden skittering down the hall outside the room you’re in, almost immediately after an aggressive thunk on your door. Like something just rammed into it. When you open the door you find a very wobbly Sirius, who, you now realize was probably him hitting into it.

Though that’s not the only strange thing. He’s absolutely covered in feathers, has a blue very bitten up sticky note (which has nothing on it) and a..that looks like a pen straight from Mumbo’s desk. That has exploded. Your door now has pen ink on it.

Clearly, Sirius had come trying to get across a message. But the plan was, for the most part, foiled by a singular door.]

-🌌

@blackcat-mailbox

[ if it makes him feel better, grian doesn't laugh! okay, so maybe he smiles but he mostly looks confused as he stares down at the cat. ]

what was that?

and what's with you? you're a mess. [ so he doesn't laugh but he's definitely scolding him, leaning down to pick sirius up and cradling him with an arm as his free hand plucks the feathers off. he carries the cat inside, placing him on a workbench. ]