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@driftingwanderer

    He may or may not have lost his way at some point, and wound up at ProFitness.  But because he did enjoy adventure, he continued pressing on despite the sounds around him made it clear that he was inside the gym.  It wasn’t much of his concern where he would end up, at least until he reached his destination.  Up some stairs, a sharp turn to the left and he finally came to a halt when bumping into someone.

    Who was it? He was likely about to find out.

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nickprizraks:

His singular scarlet eye narrowed as he caught sight of the stubby-legged cat rolling about leisurely near the other’s feet. There’s the little fucker that got them into this mess in the first place, but really, it was tough to stay annoyed at something so cute – especially with Ansel and that dumb little pout. God, he loved him. 

But, that didn’t exactly change the fact that Nick was still hanging off the side of the fence here. Wiggling a little to make himself more ‘comfortable’, he let out a snort of amusement at the other’s response.

“True as that may be, temptation can be pretty hard to ignore, y’know?” Attempting to glance through one of their neighbour’s windows, Nick gave a little snicker. “We do need a new microwave.”

Of course, he knew better than to actually commit theft nowadays. He’d gotten used to the lazy, comfortable lifestyle of behaving one’s self, so with that in mind, he figured it was probably best to get out of here before any passers-by got the wrong idea. 

“C’mon, get over here, eh. I’ll try lifting you out.”

Because that wouldn’t go wrong at all.  

   He would never dream of such thing.

   “We ought to buy a new one already, we keep postponing it.” It wasn’t that they lacked the funds, they just lacked the will.  It was hard to keep one’s eyes on the prize (though not literally) when four furchildren demanded attention and work also taxed their energy.  Speaking of fur, Mûre was already clambering up the fence to greet Nick, and the clicking of claws on the wood allowed Ansel to at least navigate the garden as he went to meet his husband.

   “I used to climb on poles before, you know. I think I’ll take my chances with doing it myself.  Though I do appreciate that you offered.”

   Nick was such a sap deep down... Or not so deep.  He’d always been an affectionate partner, and he sincerely appreciated it when he offered to do something he was aware could go either way.  Following in his cat’s footsteps, he began pulling himself up as well, nosing playfully against the purple-haired male’s cheek.

    “You should get down from here, before we can’t get away proper due to injury or something.”

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heromanvasco:

Vasco was… a bit confused to say the very least. It wasn’t like he came to places like cafes very often, much less by himself. This was the place that Ichiatsu worked at, but perhaps he wasn’t in today? He’d already walked through the door and it swung closed on him. It was too late, he had to resolve himself to see this through. He could just sit anywhere, right? Walking deeper into the cafe, he sat down at a small table and watched as most of the cats were avoiding him. It was because he was a new face, right? Not because he looked scary? A lone tear was shed. Guess he can just order something and then leave? Sorry cats, he didn’t mean to bother you. Where was Ichimatsu to act was the lieson between him and the cats when you needed him?

   Of course Mûre’s interest was immediately peaked by the new arrival, as he was a very sociable little critter after having to act as a mediator between his problematic owner and himself.  And since Freddo was napping, unable to prevent him from dragging Ansel off into a new adventure with him, the munchkin cat hopped away from his owner’s lap and mewled all the way towards the newcomer.  Of course Ansel would follow, as he was unable to steer away from the trouble his companion sometimes led him into.  What was life without risks anyway? Definitely wasn’t worth living, that was something he often asserted.  Mûre unabashedly reached Vasco’s side and slightly lifted a paw in greeting after sitting himself down besides the other.  Sure it was a neat little trick he’d been taught, but he was using it so well people often assumed he was up for adoption and his owner would have to politely ask them to not.

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nickprizraks:

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Losing Ansel somewhere in the middle of the city was a common enough occurrence for the average person to be concerned about, but the other’s current location only left Nick with a feeling somewhere between disbelief and highly impressed.

Mûre had been close enough in leading Ansel back home like a good guide cat, but a quick pit stop in one of the neighbours yards had apparently been in order. Having caught a glance of the familiar duo between wooden slats of fencing as he passed, Nick rubbed at his lone good eye to make sure this wasn’t just his imagination acting up, before taking it upon himself to collect his husband as well as the cat who’d lead him there in the first place… probably to investigate new smells. 

Priorities.

The gate-like door built into the tall fencing didn’t want to open no matter how much he wriggled the handle, so it seemed over the top was the only way to go. Small in stature but with enough determination to make up for it, Nick’s knuckles whitened as he jumped and gripped the rim of the wooden fence, pulling himself up just enough to peep over the edge, sounding only a little strained as he called out to get Ansel’s attention.

“H-Hey! Oi. Planning a break in without me?” 

    He would never dream of such thing.

    Ansel turned in direction of the familiar voice which sounded like he was making an effort, and he assumed Nick had to be propping himself up somewhere like the little bat he was.  Mûre purred idly, rolling on a patch of grass besides the purple-head’s foot which explained why he had been careful in his movements when facing his husband.  The most playfully indignant pout he could muster was already in place, knowing full well the other was at least able to see it.  He understood his assistance cat decided to not be so helpful and waddle off elsewhere with him in tow, but he wouldn’t become cross with the little one for such thing.

    “Who do you take me for, though? Adventures without you are pretty pointless, I assumed you already knew that much.”

    Oh, there’s a clear teasing edge to an otherwise flat tone.  Honestly, standing unmoving like this did grate his nerves as he didn’t want to potentially damage a yard he’d already trespassed into.  Regardless of who led him there, it was still potentially illegal.

    If they got caught, that was.

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@heromanvasco

    Honestly, Ansel hadn’t even realised he’d begun dozing off until he felt a weight at the back of his neck.  Short little paws wiggling against his shoulders definitely told him that this wasn’t Freddo, as that cat’s legs were ridiculously lengthy.  Reaching up to pluck the short-legged feline from that uncomfortable position (clearly not for his furry companion, however he couldn’t say that he was enjoying it), Mûre mewled and pressed a single paw against Ansel’s cheek.  Moments like this often reminded him why he’d taken up working in the cafe to begin with.  And, sitting back against a chair in the corner, he continued to listen as customers piled in.

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@agentlemagician

    Well, sometimes one needed to look after their family to understand why he continued keeping himself occupied.  That, and the fact that Ansel absolutely loathed boredom.  His husband was all too aware of this, as he too shared that particular distaste for idleness.  So here he was behind the counter, ensuring items on display were present and accounted for.  While most of the cafe’s cats were remarkably quiet and placid, there was one thing he’d noticed:

How sweet the pitter patter of tiny paws was against the wooden flooring.  It at least meant they weren’t idling about either even during low influx hours.

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@toneofdarkness

    He wasn’t too certain what kinds of customers they tend to serve.  In all honesty, Ansel’s time was mostly spent within the confines of the kitchen except when he emerged in order to spend time with his beloved children.  He sat on a chair, glazed over eyes watching over the short-legged feline currently lounging on his lap.  It was a quiet afternoon, and the regulars didn’t seem to mind sharing space with the purple-haired man either.  “I rely on you to let me know if anyone interesting comes in.”

    At least he wouldn’t the the first, nor last, to speak to a cat in this café.

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