[Waking up to be a normal person is Ian's dream, at this point. So when he wakes up and finds himself... normal? And shivering him cold, in the forest? He has a moment where he thinks it's a dream-and then he remembers, oh. This is Luceti.
... FUCK YES. THANK YOU!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.
First thing's first. He is going to the restaurant and
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In any case, the aforementioned kitten is attempting to drag along a bundle of clothes, as well as a sword in a sheath. (Keyword: attempting.) See, this kitten isn't really a kitten at all - he was a boy until just recently. Shocking, isn't it! And of course this transformation had to spring on him while he was out in the village. Now he's just trying to get back to his house, but it is a very slow process.
Ian, how can you resist such an adorable little fluffball? You can't.]
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... D'awwww! Hey, little fella!
[Do you mind this guy walking over to scoop you up? Because he totally is. Albeit doing do with a different hair and eye color.]
What're you doing there, huh?
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Wonderful.
Then he sees who it is picking him up. This is just getting worse and worse. Hissing, he swats viciously at Ian.]
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You're a little sweety, aren'tcha?
....Now, who's that belong to? Your owner?
[He looks at the sword, finding it... familiar.]
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Unhand me immediately. More meowing and hissing is all he can muster, and that only serves to annoy him further.
The insinuation that he has an owner spurns repeated attempts to scratch at any part of Ian he can get his little paws on. Can this fool be any more irritating?]
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[HA, holding you by the scruff of your neck. How does that feel, Mr. Grumpypants?]
Your owner needs to teach you some manners! You're a real feisty one, eh?
Now, who's... clothes are these...?
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Another series of vicious (supposed-to-be-vicious) meows in protest. Stay away from my things and unhand me]
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Oh my god.
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These belong to that blond kid. The grumpy, short one!!
Kitty, are you his cat?!
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This kitten. He is definitely glaring at you, Ian. He's not even going to redeem that stupidly incorrect assumption with any sort of response. Because really, the meowing is just becoming...embarrassing.]
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Stands there, holding the cat.
... thinking... thiiinking...]
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[Sorry for suddenly jerking you around in his panic, looking around and finding no sign of blond kids.]
THE MALNOSSO MUST'VE NABBED HIM! WHAT DO I DO?! WHATDOIDO?!
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Aaaaand...now the world is spinning around him.]
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It's okay, kitty! I'll take you to the store and I'll get you plenty of milk! That's what you drink, right? And then-then I'll find you a good owner! The kind that doesn't vanish!
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With the hand that the kitten's in. :|a]
Ah... but maybe you're not even his...
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He'll aim for the arm holding him first, though. He reaches up to attempt another assault--]
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