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i’m not...feeling...good today. ; - ; i’m over at @yonjuichigo for the night... just... super tired and sad.

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are u ever just Tired

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stranger.

     to distract him from his train of thought was terribly simple: present him with something outrageous and there’s no telling what he’s thinking. envy, perhaps? and yet, he can’t help but raise a curious paw, pointing at the other cat in astonishment.

     “holy nineties, batman! how much milk did you drink to get so tall?”

        ah, yes. the usual question about his height. around the same as a human male’s. it always gains him some odd glances, wide eyes, curious prods. no skin off his back, he’s rather used to it by now. gaze focuses upon his fellow feline, long tail swaying before he blinks lazily.

        “hardly that. i suppose i got the deeper end of the gene pool,” though he’d been the runt of the litter, he grew fast. it would be no surprise if he towered over his brothers and sisters. wherever they may be.

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holli.

       Holli tears her gaze up from her compact mirror to give the other a HARDENED glare. Blue eyes stared icily at him, narrowing in unadulterated annoyance. Her mama always told her ANGER was never pretty on a lady– but she had never listened to her mother before. Why would she suddenly start NOW?

        Cue a SNAP of of her compact and Holli bites at her inner cheek, her tongue poking out just barely from between her teeth as she debated her options. Holli turns the mirror in her hands, taps it gently with a filed nail and then proceeds to CHUCK it at the male’s head.

                             ❛    YOU DIDN’T EVEN LOOK! ❜

        it’s launched at him at what he’s sure are mach speeds, but his head snaps towards her fast. hand lifts, catches the compact with catlike reflexes. there’s no anger, not yet. katz tosses it upward, it lands perfectly on the palm of his hand before he sets it aside on the table.

        “i’ll need you to not do that,” brows twitch, mouth quirking as though something’s rather funny. fingers card through the dark orange of his hair, eyes diverting back to the screen of his laptop. one last email sent, before his chair is pushed back to allow him to rise to his feet. “---the event is hours away yet. surely it’s unnecessary to get yourself ready so early.”

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stranger.

            ❛   i could say the same about you.   ❜ she passes a lock of VIBRANT ORANGE hair behind her shoulders and her gaze sweeps over the surroundings, looking for anything that might stand out. she was looking for clues ( per usual ), though this time there was a lack of ascot or glasses wearing friends with her. ❛   no? and why would that be?   ❜

please. when has daphne blake ever been in a situation where it’s safe?

        no ounce of annoyance prickles up from his gut, nestles in the seat of his chest. katz remains overall composed. the girl seems rather unfazed by his warning. it wasn’t given out of the goodness of his heart, no; in fact, he wouldn’t give a damn what happened to her out here. yet he doesn’t have the time nor energy to deal with being a potential suspect if she went missing out here.

        “there’s a lot of gang activity,” he responds, casual. ‘gang’ used lightly. his men are more than simple thugs, after all. the ones that oppose them, the ones that intrude upon their territory, however... “a young woman all on her lonesome is an easy target. do you understand?” yet they are not uncontrollable animals. it’s only a ploy to drive her away.

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stranger.

          ‘ yeah, but i didn’t think domestic cats could be           taller than ME. ‘   a hand rose, acid green optics           staring ( up ) at the red cat.   ‘ —– or that they           could TALK. ‘

        “i’m full of surprises,” he replies, doing his damnedest to bite back the exasperated edge at his tone. any other time it may have held a tinge of amusement; however, running on five cups of coffee because your ( somewhat unconventional ) pets were being fussy all night can wear a cat down.

        a pause, eyes scoping the other up and down for a split second before he returns attention to the not-so-human’s face, “what are you wearing?”

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@messivan

        what a well-mannered looking fellow. though, katz knows above all how deceiving looks can be. no need to make assumptions just yet. though, as per usual, katz will retain his poised, polite demeanor.

        “i pray you aren’t lost, good man.”

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@mysterypined

        well-sharpened claws are inspected with dulled amber eyes, tongue swiping out over his fangs. “i’m pleased that i’m not the... strangest thing you have seen.” after all, he’s grown tired of the double-takes and incredulous stares.

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@greenscarfed

        “you’re a new face,” he says, blasé, slipping his phone into the pocket of his thin jacket. eyes---almost catlike in their appearance---narrow into thin slits as he peers at her. but his attention diverts away. “it’s not very safe here, my dear.”

        though he’s hardly concerned for her well-being.

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@errocee

        “fascinating,” he’s very blatantly not listening. whatever book is in front of him is far more intriguing. paw settles against his furry cheek, a sigh slipping from his nostrils.

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@phantomveined 

        “were you never taught manners?” voice clipped, curt, cold, nose crinkling as his whiskers twitch in annoyance. “if you have any sense of decency, then don’t stare, boy.”

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i still have a few episodes to icon, since i only have katz motel done. buuuut it’s time to get the ball rolling. so, starter call, i guess.

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@ifhollicould

        “yes, my dear. you look absolutely stunning,” yet katz spares her maybe a split-second glance from his periphery. one leg folds over the other, index finger tracing over the outline of his bottom lip idly.

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THERE’S NO WHERE TO RUN, AND NO WHERE TO HIDE.

( written by zacharie. )

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tag drop. more tba in time.