19 ♐ Video ♐ Horse-herding Cat

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[Action; Disciple only]

[It's just like any other day for Darkleer. He's just locked himself away in his room for the most part while Summoner slumbers away on his bed. After his matesprit had been kidnapped by the Highblood, he's been even more reluctant to leave his side.]

[So he simply sits at his workbench, sketching out the designs for the hive next door that they are going to steal expand to.]

[Unfortunately, he has no idea that an oliveblooded cat is slowly making her way to him and shenanigans will happen...]

[Video]

[Some time after those shenanigans, Darkleer appears on the network.]

[A very sheepish Darkleer, as a matter of fact, his hand lowering after giving some of his long hair a firm nervous tug. His shoulders are kind of tense.]

Ahem. So.

[A pause. Suddenly, somewhere from off-screen, a pair of hands start to bat at his arm which only makes him shrink back a bit more. Anyone familiar with Disciple may be able to identify those hands and arms as hers.]

I'm doing it, I'm doing it-! Ngh. [A small sigh.] Is... there anyone who is free today who would like to do something?

...That is out of my respite block.

...And my hive.

Comments

[bestestfurrend]

Okay! [She beams at him, holding out a small, blue-gloved hand expectantly. This is the type of outing where handholding is required.]

[aim_exorable]

[As expected, he surrenders to the kittytroll hand holding. There is really no escaping this, he knows.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Her hand more or less disappears inside his and she starts bouncing on the spot almost immediately, excited to be going on an outing with him. She nuzzles her face on his arm and then starts trying to haul him off.]

Ice cream first!

[aim_exorable]

[If he really didn't want to be moved, then she wouldn't be able to move him. Luckily, he is willing for ice cream, so he moves right along.]

That sounds agreeable, I suppose.

[bestestfurrend]

Mmhmm! What kind will you have, Darkleer?!

[She is very aware of this, since Equius is the same. He's usually agreeable enough to being towed around, but when he decides he doesn't want to go it's like trying to move a small mountain.]

[aim_exorable]

Maybe.. orange sherbet?

[...No he's not sad and lonely, shut up.]

[bestestfurrend]

Okay! [Well, that is what she is here for. Distracting him from the sad and helping to reduce the lonely a bit.] And I'm going to have...hmm...

[Has Equius ever warned Darkleer about taking Nepeta to the ice cream parlour? If not then he certainly should have!]

[aim_exorable]

[Equius, how could you not warn him?]

...Mint chocolate chip?

[She looks like she's having trouble.]

[bestestfurrend]

That does sound good! [She brightens up - it is, after all, her and Tavros' colours too. But her smile turns into a frown again.]

But I had that the time befur last!!

[aim_exorable]

If it's good, then I fail to see the problem...

Vanilla could be a suitable substitute.

[bestestfurrend]

Of course it is! I have to have all of the flavours and I can't do that if I keep having the same every time!

[Ooh look here they are.]

[aim_exorable]

[Here they are indeed! Darkleer is clearly not getting it and broadcasting it quite clearly, she he's just going to keep throwing out suggestions.]

Melon flavored, then?

[bestestfurrend]

[She drags him inside, unaware of the panicked look on the face of the poor attendant behind the counter as soon as he sees her. She plasters her face against the glass in front of the many flavours of ice cream.]

Melon? Hmmm, I've never tried that! Oh, look, there's a new blue swirly kind too!

[aim_exorable]

[...That's not reassuring. Darkleer decides to spare the poor slave.]

A large bowl with three scoops of orange sherbet, please, and a cone with two scoops of... whatever the blue swirly kind is. That's all.

[bestestfurrend]

[Nepeta drops onto her butt on the floor with a thump, her mouth opening to cry out in dismay. The attendant ducks for cover.]

But I haven't chosen yet!!

[THIS IS NOT THE WAY ICE CREAM OUTINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO GO. Why hasn't Equius trained Darkleer adequately in this :((]

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer is not her moirail and thus does not care as much! He instead leans over the counter to look down at the attendant coolly.]

Please see to our order, or at least mine. Thank you.

[And then he glances down to Nepeta. Sorry, he won't deal with tantrums.]

Nepeta, stop that at once. You want to try new things, don't you?

[bestestfurrend]

I do!! But I don't know which things yet!!

[Waah Dadleer so mean :(( She fidgets around unhappily, wanting Equius here to fix this.]

[aim_exorable]

If you can't make the decision in the space of seven breaths, then simply go with something you showed interest in prior. Indecision is a wretched thing to behold.

[He doesn't mean to be mean. He's just blunt, and going with what he learned in the past with the Archeradicators.]

[bestestfurrend]

[What no that is entirely the wrong way to choose ice cream. Her brain may have been broken a little. At least she's not wailing any more though!]

[aim_exorable]

[That's good! The wailing was distressing.]

[Darkleer is, however, counting her breaths. Very quietly, under his own. She'll probably be able to hear it. Careful, Nepeta, he really will just make your order for you if you don't hurry...]

[bestestfurrend]

[...wow he was serious about that?

Guess who's holding her breath now? This troll over here who's staring up defiantly.

Equius, you really should have told Darkleer the right way to deal with this.]

[aim_exorable]

You can't hold your breath forever, Nepeta.

[Honestly.]

It would be a shame if you fell unconscious because of such an immature course of action. Disciple gave me a picnic basket to share with whoever I liked. I was going to do so with you, but I suppose I'll have to return you to your home and find someone else...

[bestestfurrend]

Mama made you a picnic basket of treats?!

[This startles her out of her holding her breath, her eyes going wide and curious as she crawls over to Darkleer, a knowing look on her face.]

Really?! [Shipping senses tingling...]

[aim_exorable]

Uh.

[Suddenly he is regretting bringing it up! That expression makes him feel incredibly awkward.]

Choose your ice cream, Nepeta.

[bestestfurrend]

What kind of things did she make you?

[Fastened to Darkleer's leg now, beaming up at him. Ice cream can wait. Pale-shipping her adopted parents is more important.]