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...]

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[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.

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[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!!

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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.]

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[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!

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[...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 :((]

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[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.]

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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.]

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Nepeta, I will choose your ice cream for you, as we both know.

[Suddenly trying to avoid this line of questioning!]

[bestestfurrend]

You're avoiding the question!!! As we both know.

[She'll just eat his ice cream if she doesn't like what he picks for her, gosh.]

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If you don't choose your ice cream, we won't be able to feed the quackbeasts.

[Yes. He is definitely avoiding the question.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Fiiiine. She runs back to the counter, and orders a waffle cone with a scoop of that, and this, and that, and that, and sprinkles on top of the whole wobbly four scoops of ice cream, and turns back to him triumphantly. If she gets a stomachache it is all his fault.]

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[Yeah no.]

You have no one to blame for yourself if that turns out horribly.

[Just gonna take his humongous bowl and start to leave the ice cream place now. Conveniently not saying anything about the basket!]

[bestestfurrend]

Dadleer, wait for me!

[She runs after him, precariously balancing her ice cream.]

[aim_exorable]

Be careful. Goodness, I can't imagine why you got so much of it.

We can get bread on the way to the park, it is not a particularly rare commodity...

[bestestfurrend]

Beclaws you wouldn't help me choose!

[She grabs hold of his shirt seeing as he'll need both his hands for his bowl if he wants to eat the ice cream before it melts, making sure she doesn't lose him. Those giant bluebloods are really hard to keep track of in a crowd.]

Maybe there's some bread in the basket Disciple gave you?