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- yomi
Day 54: Sun Room
[From here. All your top posts shall be mine.]
Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he would have just pounced on that sucker, but yeah. His arm was in a sling for a reason. He sighed and wormed his way into a full body sprawl. He didn't care if it was irresponsible of him. This shift's only mission was to remain as still as possible.
Of course, being the first one in here had some stipulations. With great opportunity came great responsibility. Which today, came in the form of a soft meow from below. Then the sound of puncturing fabric, advancing upwards towards him. More meows, independent of one another and even more tiny punctures.
Peter Parker was now officially the cat sitter.
"...Oh hi... lonely kittens," he said uneasily as the first scrambled over the edge of the cushion. It padded towards his face. "No no, kittens don't belong near faces." He gently picked it up and put it on his chest. Two more crawled over the edge.
He had never really had a pet growing up. And he didn't hang out with a lot of people with cats or dogs, either. So of course, he didn't have a good idea of how to properly handle most animals without ticking them off. It looked like he was going to have to make up for lost time now, as the cats' numbers swelled to four. Two were exploring his legs, another batted at a fraying string on his sling, and the first stumbled back towards his face and mewed plaintively. Peter frowned and gave it a ginger pat on the head. That seemed to to the trick. He put it back on his chest again and scratched behind its ears.
"You guys had better not start doing that claw thing on my leg. I can't reach right now, but revenge will be mine if you do."
"Meeeeew!"
"I'm still petting you! Geez."
[For Elle Bishop.]
Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he would have just pounced on that sucker, but yeah. His arm was in a sling for a reason. He sighed and wormed his way into a full body sprawl. He didn't care if it was irresponsible of him. This shift's only mission was to remain as still as possible.
Of course, being the first one in here had some stipulations. With great opportunity came great responsibility. Which today, came in the form of a soft meow from below. Then the sound of puncturing fabric, advancing upwards towards him. More meows, independent of one another and even more tiny punctures.
Peter Parker was now officially the cat sitter.
"...Oh hi... lonely kittens," he said uneasily as the first scrambled over the edge of the cushion. It padded towards his face. "No no, kittens don't belong near faces." He gently picked it up and put it on his chest. Two more crawled over the edge.
He had never really had a pet growing up. And he didn't hang out with a lot of people with cats or dogs, either. So of course, he didn't have a good idea of how to properly handle most animals without ticking them off. It looked like he was going to have to make up for lost time now, as the cats' numbers swelled to four. Two were exploring his legs, another batted at a fraying string on his sling, and the first stumbled back towards his face and mewed plaintively. Peter frowned and gave it a ginger pat on the head. That seemed to to the trick. He put it back on his chest again and scratched behind its ears.
"You guys had better not start doing that claw thing on my leg. I can't reach right now, but revenge will be mine if you do."
"Meeeeew!"
"I'm still petting you! Geez."
[For Elle Bishop.]
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"I have also recently met another android." Aigis tilted her head to the side, trying to remember what she and Sechs had talked about. There hadn't been much, unfortunately. "It was too brief a meeting."
"A different dimension." She nodded slowly to show she understood. The Dark Hour was in a sense a dimension all its own that happened to brush up against the realm of the living. But certainly Kibitoshin wasn't a Shadow or else she would have sensed that about him. Or would she? Either way, the concept of others coming from different dimensions did not phase her. Heat had also seemed to share that particular circumstance.
"I'm afraid you are correct. This drug is taking a harsh toll on my body." She managed another smile, though, and returned her blue gaze to her hands in her lap. "But I would like to meet with you again sometime, Kibitoshin-san. You seem to be a kind person." Someone willing to heal others and able to gauge her condition then respond accordingly. Thoughtful and polite. Yes, a kind person.