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]

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.]

[aim_exorable]

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.]

[aim_exorable]

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.]

[aim_exorable]

[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?

[aim_exorable]

You didn't seem to be listening to any of my suggestions.

[They are the hardest to keep track of. Definitely. At the mention of Disciple, however, his shoulders shrug up.]

I don't know. Let's just get bread.

[bestestfurrend]

You were supposed to tell me to pick the one that looks tastiest and then I can try another next time.

[It is the magic phrase, Darkleer. Why has your not!son not told you this.]

Haven't you looked inside it yet?!

[aim_exorable]

But that should be obvious.

[Seriously! Gosh.]

I looked inside...

[To make sure there was no sopor cupcake. Or sopor anything.]

[bestestfurrend]

But you're suppawsed to say it anyway!

Aaaand? What's in there?? Tell me! [Ooh heehee she got ice cream on her nose.]

[aim_exorable]

That seems silly. You're approaching adulthood, you can make your own decisions.

Just.. pastries and things.

[bestestfurrend]

It's not about that! [It is a sacred ice cream ritual, Darkleer. You are never too old for those.]

Will you show me when we get to the park??

[aim_exorable]

I... suppose so.

[He'll just duck into a little grocery store, if you don't mind, and emerge fairly quickly with a loaf of bread tucked under one arm. He busies his mouth by stuffing ice cream into it. Talking is suddenly abhorrent.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Oh. Nepeta had no idea Darkleer was so fond of ice cream. She waves her cone up at him.]

You can taste some of mine too!

[aim_exorable]

...Nepeta, with all due respect, I don't trust your ice cream. It's a bit... haphazard.

I am perfectly fine with mine, it is alright.

[bestestfurrend]

...you don't like my ice cream?

[aim_exorable]

[Welp]

I don't like my flavors mixing is all, Nepeta. You seem to have quite a few different ones.

[bestestfurrend]

You could taste just one of them.

[Darkleer, taste-trading is another of the time honored ice cream rituals, has Equius taught you nothing?!]

[aim_exorable]

But your spit is on yours.

[Wow ew no!]

[bestestfurrend]

[Wow. Darkleer. There is nothing wrong with her spit thank you very much. Her expression is hovering between astonished and insulted, what is even happening here.]