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caughtinanetwork2012-11-23 05:10 pm
symmetrophile) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-11-23 05:10 pm
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That's much better, but...
[So says a certain young man dressed in stark monochrome, dark hair interrupted by three parallel lines of white running along only one side of his head, as he regards what appears to be a colorful ball -- the sort of toy meant for felines to caper after, once catnip has been placed inside.
Residents of a certain villa may recognize their foyer.
It's looking significantly tidier, or rather like someone had artfully arranged but one side of it, and proceeded to arrange the other side in a spookily precise mirror image. Even various cat toys found scattered around the premises have been doled out to each corner of the foyer in a bilaterally symmetrical fashion.
Someone even went through the trouble of dusting and sweeping. It veritably sparkles. Death the Kid's hair is a little disheveled, in the way of one who had little choice but to let damp hair dry as it would.
Indeed, the young grim reaper had stood there in the plaza since yesterday afternoon waiting to drip-dry, unable to abide by the thought of moving around while his wet clothes insisted on sticking to him, horrifyingly askew. He has standards.]
What do I do? It's almost perfect, but I can't simply place this in one corner.
[This is sort of stressing him out.]
I'll just have to acquire another that matches this precisely! Residents of this house! Where is the nearest market?
[This, while addressing the starfish communicator held in the other hand, until the reaper's golden eyes dart a brief, distressed glance at his own creased (and still uncomfortably damp) suit.]
...No, I should first change into something suitable. But I can't just leave this unfinished!
[Ahh, he can't decide, what should he do? WHAT SHOULD HE DO??? At last, he decides to stow the catnip ball away, and black, crackling tendrils of skull-capped shadow spirits away the toy out of sight.]
First things first--where can I launder and dry my clothing? Don't delay in supplying in answer, this is essential, I'm filthy.
[So says a certain young man dressed in stark monochrome, dark hair interrupted by three parallel lines of white running along only one side of his head, as he regards what appears to be a colorful ball -- the sort of toy meant for felines to caper after, once catnip has been placed inside.
Residents of a certain villa may recognize their foyer.
It's looking significantly tidier, or rather like someone had artfully arranged but one side of it, and proceeded to arrange the other side in a spookily precise mirror image. Even various cat toys found scattered around the premises have been doled out to each corner of the foyer in a bilaterally symmetrical fashion.
Someone even went through the trouble of dusting and sweeping. It veritably sparkles. Death the Kid's hair is a little disheveled, in the way of one who had little choice but to let damp hair dry as it would.
Indeed, the young grim reaper had stood there in the plaza since yesterday afternoon waiting to drip-dry, unable to abide by the thought of moving around while his wet clothes insisted on sticking to him, horrifyingly askew. He has standards.]
What do I do? It's almost perfect, but I can't simply place this in one corner.
[This is sort of stressing him out.]
I'll just have to acquire another that matches this precisely! Residents of this house! Where is the nearest market?
[This, while addressing the starfish communicator held in the other hand, until the reaper's golden eyes dart a brief, distressed glance at his own creased (and still uncomfortably damp) suit.]
...No, I should first change into something suitable. But I can't just leave this unfinished!
[Ahh, he can't decide, what should he do? WHAT SHOULD HE DO??? At last, he decides to stow the catnip ball away, and black, crackling tendrils of skull-capped shadow spirits away the toy out of sight.]
First things first--where can I launder and dry my clothing? Don't delay in supplying in answer, this is essential, I'm filthy.
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Or immediately following the time when Maka eventually drags Kid bodily upstairs and lets him get cleaned up. A time-out in a pleasingly arranged room will do wonders for his stress level.]
Be that as it may, you'll be doubtlessly pleased to know that when I return your catnip ball, it will come with an additional partner.
More importantly, what are you? If you could change into a human, I'm sure you'd have done so by now.
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'Oh, I'm a nekomata! I have a bigger form, but if I turned into that I would ruin the room!']
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[Horrible, untold, largely unspecified things. Just about anyone else might find the idea laughable, but this is pretty serious business to the obsessive-compulsive.]
A nekomata, really. Can you truly become that enormous?
[Yep. Don't mind Kid. He'll just be kneeling in the middle of this foyer, slowly succumbing to the Law of Proximity to Cat. That means he's going to end up idly petting Kuro in about, oh, two more seconds.
Even a grim reaper can't resist.]
Since these toys are yours, I assume you live here, nekomata?
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But his ball...
No wait, focus!
'Yeah! If we go outside I can show you if you like!' Considering his snaggle tooth just becomes bigger when he does that might not be the best idea...
Oh, petting. At least this guy seemed nice. Purr. 'I do! I live here with Rin and everyone else. You can call me Kuro. Who are you?']
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It's what he gets when he lets his own compulsions run unchecked, but for the moment, he'll be indulging his curiosity about Kuro.
...Besides, his fur is soft.]
Death the Kid, and if it's just Kuro, I suppose 'Kid' will suffice. Do you know everyone who lives in this house?
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'I do! Why? Are you looking for someone?' His tails swayed slowly together in unison, eyes on Kid.]
kdslhgkl baby;;;
Those tails! They're moving in unison! The petting has to stop, largely because Kid has pressed his hands to his mouth to cover it, eyes a little wide, maybe even his pale face is going slightly pink.
This is Death the Kid's equivalent of a gleeful 'eeeeee', thoroughly internalized.
Oh god, get it together. You have the reputation to uphold! You--
Unless Kuro protests, he's going to be scooped up.]
You are... just adorable. [PLEASE LET HIM HOLD Y--
Oh. Right. He blinks. Suddenly self-conscious, Kid carefully puts Kuro back down, clearing his throat.] Ah, yes. Aside from Maka, I was curious if there was anyone else I knew residing here.
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Oh God.
Of course Kuro doesn't object to being scooped up (he's used to it by now), but the look on his face shows he is indeed surprised by the sudden gesture. 'Um...'
Still wide-eyed. 'You know Maka? So you're her friend?' As nice as Kid seemed to be (and very odd as well) Kuro wouldn't just blindly trust him to go walking around the house in search for Maka-- or anyone else.
'There might be, but why should I trust you? You could just as easily not be her friend too and want to hurt her!']
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[Are you ever not totally endearing, Kuro? And, no. He isn't looking down on the nekomata. Rather, he might have rested his chin in both hands if he had somewhere to rest his elbows.
Yes, Kuro, tell him more.]
Have faith in the strength of our friend. Maka isn't helpless; she's quite the accomplished Meister, after all.
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His ear twitches. 'I know that! But she isn't the only one here and besides, what kind of familiar would I be if I just let anyone come inside our house looking for someone!' Is he... huffing? 'You also haven't told me why I should trust you!']
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Simply showing my I.D. isn't enough.
[The reaper's golden eyes drop down to one of his arms, where a dark band of cloth is secured around the upper part of his sleeve. It looks like someone has drawn a circular symbol on it.]
Was Maka wearing something like this?
[Probably not, seeing as they only recently put it on; if she's been here a while, perhaps she isn't.]
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Two ears perked up again when he was struck with an idea. 'Well until she comes home I'll just have to stay with you!' Flawless idea.]
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After he finds out about Crona.
...That to-do list just keeps growing.
The proposed solution is a simple one, but has greater appeal than his own -- simply investigate in the hopes he'll not actually miss her returning. Once more, he scoops Kuro up, but this time, tucks an arm under his hind legs for support.
This warrants chin-scratching.]
Acceptable. Why don't we wait here until Maka returns?
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He resumes purring at the chin scratches. 'Okay!' He leans his body against Kid's chest, obviously more relaxed now. 'So how long have you known Maka?']
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Affording himself the little curve of his mouth better described as a smile, he might just be hiding this in Kuro's fur.
Hey, cut him some slack. He's still kind of a kid.]
Hm? Since I started at Shibusen. But a period of time is just so many minutes or days, they're a poor measure of significance. Do you know her well?
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He can feel Kid smiling and the happy vibe only ramps up his purring more. By now honestly he didn't believe Kid was a bad person, but it would still look bad on him if he just let him off the hook so soon.
Besides, he's getting some major attention here. Can't turn that down.
'I like to think so! She's very nice and she cares about Rin a lot which is good... She also makes me really great pancakes!']
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No, a nekomata must be different.
This doesn't stop the mental image of Maka dutifully supplying Kuro with pancakes in an apron from being kind of hilarious, however; it's really all he can do to suppress a snort of laughter.
A mere smirk suffices.]
Does she? And this 'Rin' is another friend, then. I don't think we've met.
[Yet, anyway.]
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'Yeah! Rin is Maka's, uh... boyfriend?' Modern terminology for human couples weren't something he kept tabs on. 'He's my best friend!']