040 x 040 // video/action // halloween sunset

[dignity_misery]

[ She had not put the ears on intending to wear them for long. It had been the most idle of indulgences before she had intended on tossing the silly things aside and going about her evening. Apparently, she should have taken the warnings about Halloween night a bit more seriously. It's her first year of it, you'll have to forgive her.

So now, as one might notice, there is a very irritated black cat staring into the camera, yellow eyes narrowed and tail thumping vigorously. She stares a moment longer before she gets up delicately, lip curling at the video with a hiss before she makes her way over to an open window, jumping up onto the sill and then heading out.

She knows exactly who to blame for this, but she's not above directing her wrath at any other passersby. ]


[[ooc; Pretend I'm posting this at the appropriate time. Replies will come from hissingfit. Please allow me to be a pissy black cat at you. Yes/yes? She will be at Hatter's party, once she turns back.]]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Hearing the mew he glances up. Ignoring a jolt of deja-vu (not Mao. Just someone's cat), he tilts his head to one side, almost echoing the cat's pose -- questioning, expectant. ]

Hungry?

[hissingfit]

[She sits down a little ways from his feet, her own paws placed in neat symmetry beneath her. Her tail curls around her side peaceably, staring with her ears up and alert.

Yes. Yes she is.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He assumes the cat is someone's pet. It's a dim reminder that he needs to get one of his own. Except that's such a blatant sign of -- permanence? resignation? --to the City and its ways. But the alternative is playing chicken with himself until the ticking unspools his sanity. ]

[ Not a feasible option. ]

[ Fishing out a dripping chunk of pancake, he sets it neatly on the pavement. Enjoy, kitty. ]

[hissingfit]

[...On the pavement... motherfucker. She gives it a disgusted look for a moment, but she edges closer to sniff at it. Eventually she does take it up delicately, nibbling down the pieces. When she is done, she jumps up next to him, settling against his thigh with her paws neatly folded in front of her. Any further pancake servings should be placed there and not on the pavement.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Can cat's look miffed? He's not sure. But that looked like one seriously miffed cat. He's only seen such human facsimiles of expression on Mao. Is this cat even ...? When she leaps to sit in his lap, he raises an eyebrow. Someone has a massive sense of entitlement. ]

[ Spearing another piece of pancake, he holds it out in his palm. He's not particularly fond of cats. Or dogs. Or children. But there can't be much harm in feeding one. Right? ]

[hissingfit]

[That's much better. She presses her cold nose against the side of his hand, eyeing the food cradled in his palm. It's a brief pause before she's dragged the morsel over to her two paws, using them in a dainty way to take measured bites. She chews with her mouth closed too, thank you very much.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Even Mao wasn't such a prim eater. He regards the cat with a renewed curiosity. ]

Are you someone's pet?

[ Are you even a cat? ]

[hissingfit]

[She glances up, briefly. No she is not someone's pet and she's going back to nomming now.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Are cats usually this responsive -- or this pointedly dismissive? He uses Mao as a point of reference. And decides: No. Breaking off another piece of pancake, he holds it out to the kitty. It's not an freebie, so much as a bribe. ]

...Are you cursed?

[hissingfit]

[She hisses faintly. She does not want to play twenty questions in exchange for pancake. Gimme.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The offering is being retracted. Speak (meow) now. Or forever hold your peace. ]

[hissingfit]

[She does make an agitated noise. Bring that pancake back here, douchebag. Her claws knead at his pant leg, but she turns her head to look up at him attentively.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There are worse things than getting clawed by a cat. If she gets too bothersome, he can always swat her off. In any case, her reaction is telling enough. ]

[ Cursed. Ravenous. Obnoxious. Now who does that remind him of? ]

...Hello, Carla.

[hissingfit]

[She licks her lips, looking bored with him.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He returns the bored look, proceeding to re-shovel food into his mouth. Does she seriously expect him to keep feeding her? ]

[hissingfit]

[YES SHE DOES GOD DAMN IT. MRRRAWR.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ GOD WOMAN CALM DOWN. ]

[ With a look of distaste, but no hostility, he holds a pancake-bit aloft. Mew for your supper, Carla. ]

[hissingfit]

[The noise she makes is nasal and incredibly disdainful, but it is certainly a mew and she is most certainly staring at that bit of pancake, her head ducked in a sullen position, body curled tight.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Congratulations. The noise is sufficiently grating enough -- and convincing enough -- to earn you a bite. ]

You'll jump through hoops for food, won't you?

[ Not something he can begrudge. But it's not his job to feed her. ]

[hissingfit]

[She takes her morsel with only the faintest of sneers.

There are certain hoops she is willing to jump through, things inconsequential enough to her. If he really insulted her, even food wouldn't convince her to it. However, as much as Hei might dislike her, she finds him interesting. She'll take more guff from him than she might someone else.

When she's through, she crosses her paws, laying her head down on them, keeping her gaze on him out of the corner of her eye.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ It's nothing personal. There are few (two) people he can legitimately stand. And there's something familiarly repellent about Carla. She reminds him of a scavenger -- the bottom-feeders he encounters too often in his profession. Racketeers, pushers, spongers -- their strut and bravado coming from a place of insecurity, not strength. ]

[ Unreliable, in short. ]

[ He lets the cat chill, ignoring her bright gaze and polishing off his snack. Drops the box in an adjacent bin, brushing his hands off on his jeans. He rises without warning, expecting her to land on her feet. She is a cat tonight. There's plenty of others she can sucker for free handouts. ]

[hissingfit]

[ She yowls at him indignantly, her claws cling to his pants for a moment before she lets herself loose, landing at her own discretion, but still throwing a filthy look up at him. She's sure he doesn't care. ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Sob. He doesn't. Hands in pockets, he drifts off toward home. Enjoy the rest of your night, kitty. The world is your litterbox. ]

[hissingfit]

[ Fucking douchebag. ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Ain't it the truth? ;; ]