"... Oh, great. A talking cat. This just makes it do much better..." I grumbled sarcastically. "Look, I do not know why you want to get your smell all over my leg, but all you're doing is being in my way and wearing yourself out from moving back and forth against it. I'm not going to pet you, if that's what you want." I told it sternly.
something something dragons something something open to conversation Been quiet for a couple years, we'll see how this one goes.
"No thank you, I prefer to keep my clothes as clean as possible." I told the cat, standing up and dumping it unceremoniously onto the floor. "Go scavenge some meat scraps or something."
something something dragons something something open to conversation Been quiet for a couple years, we'll see how this one goes.
"I feel no need to tell you my name. And no, I'm not, so you might as well leave me alone. If you were to try and bother me anymore, it would only be a waste of your time." I gare at the cat, hoping it takes the hint.
something something dragons something something open to conversation Been quiet for a couple years, we'll see how this one goes.
"Perrrrrrrrrrrrrrhaps. But I think you're just stonewalling me because you're social skills are lacking. How does........ Sandberg sound to you? Good name?" He purrs and rubs his legs again*
I headed to my seat, Pyro slithering back onto my neck, silent with guilt. Such a tiny thing, so much damage? I snorted and sat back down in my little corner. I looked over at the man having some difficulty with.... a cat? I shook my head.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
"No." I scoff at the cat. "I refuse to put up with such indignancies from a cat. Now leave me alone before I do something I might regret." I narrowed my eyes at the cat threateningly.
something something dragons something something open to conversation Been quiet for a couple years, we'll see how this one goes.
"If you touch my hat, I promise you that you will regret it. Have you ever beed restrained in an adhesive which the removal of pulled your hair out?" I glared at the cat more.
something something dragons something something open to conversation Been quiet for a couple years, we'll see how this one goes.
I frowned at the cat. I had no scars on my face- that was physically impossible.... And... Oh no. I would NOT be taking THAT nickname. I turned back to the cat and reached in my coat, slowly removing the roll of ducttape from my inner pocket. "Don't you DARE call me that." I growled. "EVER."
something something dragons something something open to conversation Been quiet for a couple years, we'll see how this one goes.
