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 Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2021 10:23 pm
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 tab Location : Grocery Store | Company : A cat | Mood : Mentally worn out | Residence : 1513 Lumiere Housing District | Profile : Here
Occupation : Nothing currently | Status : Single | Voice sample : This | OOC : --
He frowns, his brows furrowing as he glares down at the cat. He was in the middle of reaching for something, and now he had a couple staring at him because he stopped mid grab to glare and speak to a cat. Just what he needs, more people thinking that he is crazy. "Do not gaslight me with what ifs. You can speak perfect english, so your point is completely invalid." He snatches the item with a huff and a bit more aggression than necessary for someone who still gently sets it in his basket a second later. But he is a weirdo, so it isn’t a surprise really.
The man lets the silence grow between them, making a point not to look in the cat’s direction at all to focus on his list. He doesn’t really want a visual to go with the sounds of licking, purring, and rubbing anyways. Unlike Masumi, he isn’t weak to an animal’s charms, and is even less inclined now that he is aware this cat isn’t just that. "Not needed." Back to his grunts and growls, the man gives a clipped answer to the offer, not really paying much attention to his delivery as he grabs each thing he needs and pushes on through the aisle to the next one.
Though he refused the help and tried to pretend he didn’t really need it, wherever the cat said to go to find his items, he still followed the instruction. “Still the obedient mutt” he can practically hear his father spitting at him venomously. He supposes that some things just get ingrained into you when you experience it enough. Something as simple as following instructions and doing what you are told, sticking with you. "Octavius." Seems to be all he plans to offer back to the beast at first. He grows quiet for a minute, giving the impression that he is choosing to ignore the question, but when he finally answers, it is probably more clear that he was determining what to say. Carefully sifting through words because he is pretty terrible at speaking them.
"No, I am new to the area." A full sentence! Imagine that. He can talk like a normal person still after all. Looks like his brain isn’t fried just yet. "Why does it matter?" He doubts that this is the cat, no, Jean, hinting at sicking the police on him. Technically in this country, he hasn’t broken any laws, yet. So he doesn’t have a reason to be uneasy around the law enforcement here.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2021 11:05 pm
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tab tab ooc: xoxo
tab tab shape: adult cat form activated!
tab tab outfit: black tshirt, blue jeans, and worn sneakers (human form)
tab tab posting colour: #CDAA7D
tab tab cat sound reference: [ x ]
tab tab day: 25th of November, month 14
tab tab bank and wallet: 0$
Jean sat there on his seat, watching this man intensely - as if trying to see through him - tail swishing from side to side calmly while his feline gaze never left the blonde man. It took a few seconds for the cat to evaluate the man's response, staying quiet as the other grumbled his way through words. But after a few long drawn seconds, Jean eventually turned back away, tailing now curled up around his feet instead.
"No reason. I just may - OR MAY NOT - be looking for him."
Staying quiet from there, a glance up at Octavius now and then and the occasional sigh - Jean found himself... bored. And if there was something Jean didn't like, it was being bored. Paying less and less attention to the man pushing him around, he began to pay more and more attention to the area around them. This guy really wasn't the most social butterfly out there, huh?
All of a sudden, Jean caught something from the corner of his eye, his head snapping to the side and his pupils dilating into pitchblack orbs with a small golden rim around them.
"ST-ST-STOP THE CART!!!" He exclaimed all of a sudden, jumping into a ready position as if an attack was inbound. Another shopper passing by them gave Octavius a disapproving glare, thinking he was the one to suddenly yell out, and the shopper then quickly moved on to get away from him.
Jean just stood there on his seat, staring at the shelf next to them agape, shimmer on his face before he jumped back up onto the handle (ungracefully one might add), feet slipping everywhere while he tried his best to balance on the edge of the cart and a single paw reaching out towards the shelf with cereal. He tried desperately to reach a certain box but the more he tried the further away he seemed as his feet kept slipping and he was already stretched as long as his body would go.
"There's no way they have this!" Jean said, almost drooling at the sight of it. "My man, I promise you! You haven't lived until you've had this! Toast some bread and slap a chunky layer of peanut butter, a mountain of these out on top and then slap on another slice of toast. I never see these! I loved them as a kitten!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2021 12:53 pm
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tab Location : Grocery Store | Company : A cat | Mood : Mentally worn out | Residence : 1513 Lumiere Housing District | Profile : Here
Occupation : Nothing currently | Status : Single | Voice sample : This | OOC : --
"In other words, you are." He rolls his eyes at the cat’s vague way of saying the obvious. You would only ask if you are looking for the person. Wait, doesn’t he know where he is already then? He did say where he worked. He was about to comment that if the cat was looking for the man, then he should just go down to the precinct, but he stopped himself. It isn’t his concern, nor his business. The last thing he needs, or even wants, is to get tied into some drama this cat has himself in. Let the beast figure it out on his own.
Once again, they settle into silence and Avi thinks about a multitude of things. The items he is picking up, how he plans to decorate his first home alone, and then what he wants to say to Sumi when he writes to him. He could call, sure. But hearing his voice would be harder to deal with then seeing his handwriting again. Hearing his voice would just tear at the seams he so carefully stitched together. Maybe one day he can hear his voice openly without feeling pain, but for now, he will sit comfortably while writing to him like a coward.
He is suddenly jolted out of his thoughts of soft silver hair and piercing blue eyes with a shout. Of course, from the damn cat in his cart. Oh yeah, he still has him. He gives a sheepish look to the woman openly judging him for “shouting” and suddenly stopping his cart, nearly hitting her. He mutters an apology as she walks away before he is glaring down at the cat. The one that looks like he is about to fall over trying to reach a box. A box of sugared filth that Avi never had the opportunity to consume. He wonders if he even will now. "Remember where and what you are." He hisses at the cat, using gloved hands to try and get the being back into the cart so he isn’t falling over and knocking stuff off the shelf.
"I do not see the appeal in eating straight sugar." He grimaces at the thought before taking the box and turning it to look at the ingredient list. Like he thought, the cereal was a highly processed food and definitely not one he would ever reach for. "Your parents gave you this?" He grimaces yet again as he recalls the combo that the cat spoke of. Sugar on top of sugar it seems. "Isn't that too sweet?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2021 12:16 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2021 6:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 11:37 am
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 Damen walked next to Mark most of the time. When the other beat him to the carts he just smiled a bit. They always want to make sure to be helpful, that really was Mark full on. Damen walked into the shop with Mark and looked at them when they spoke with a gentle smile on his lips. It felt good to spend some time with Mark alone again. At least, without friends or something along as they weren’t exactly alone in this shop. "Hm, let’s see. I made a list of what we really need, anything extra is no problem." he replied to his boyfriend and winked at them. He left Mark free to pick out more stuff if they wanted to. Damen took his mobile from his pocket and unlocked it before browsing through it until he got to the notes and opened the application to read. "Milk, Sugar, Tea, Sauces, Drinks, any drinks works and batteries. Anything else you like you can grab too." he replied and put his phone away before looking back at his boyfriend. He had noticed them grab rice already, so he hadn’t read it up from the list. He wasn’t surprised though. They both were big rice eaters as it was a large part of both their cultures. After that Damen walked calmly through the isles as he looked for the other items. He knew most of the places in this shop by now as this was the one they visited the most of course. "Anything specific you want hun?" he asked Mark. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [Home : 1402 Doux]xxx[Profile: Link]
 [Where : Grocery Shop] xxx
[With : Mark] xxx
[Thinking : Things] xxx
OOC: Words Words xxx
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 12:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2021 7:27 am
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2021 9:13 pm
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 Activity: Shopping l Feeling: Happy l Status: Healthy l Relationship Status: Taken Mark had to admit that one of his favorite features about Damen was his smile, it was always soft, kind, and always managed to make the younger man feel at ease. Mark did have to admit that he also did respect Damen a lot for how deddicated he was to his company, even when he was supposed to be relaxing. He wouldn't be surprised if he got a work call while they were out and about shopping, it wouldn't be the first time it's happened and obviously wouldn't be the last. But Mark didn't mind at all, the man was a CEO after all, such things were bound to happen from time to time. Mark then shrugged his shoulders as he continued walking "If they don't it's not the biggest deal, the recipe is flexible and besides the cabbage is just there to hold everything in place when you eat it, kind of like a burrito" he explained "So honestly any vegetable with big leaves will do...except iceburg lettuce, that's too watery and doesn't offer a lot of flavor" he concluded his explanation on the dish, there were a couple other sides to go with it but most of that was just basics and what not. As he walked through the aisles Mark would pick up whatever was on the list as well as some other things here and there that he would use. Thankfully both he and Damen were good cooks so it wasn't just one persons job to cook dinner, not that Mark would have minded being the cook for the two of them. It was just nice since his style of food was distinctly Japanese which was a nice contrast to Mark's Korean style. (OOC: ) |
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2021 11:34 am
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2021 12:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2021 3:58 pm
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2021 3:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2021 12:54 pm
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 `❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´My Deets ☥ I am a: Dullahan ☥ My Voice ☥ My Pad: 1413 Doux District ☥ My Job: Waitress at Captain's Deck☆═━┈☠┈━═☆
All thoughts of moderation and light workouts went out the door last week when the cravings started to kick in like a twenty pound mallet. Even she was embarrassed by it, well, only embarrassed by that one time she and Batty went over to visit Seth and she had absent-mindedly gone through his entire hoard of candy. He was sweet about it, but it was still humiliating. With no delusions of self-restraint, she decided it was high time to go grocery shopping so that maybe next time she could bring her own snacks instead of raiding others. ”Welp, no sense in putting it off. Talking out loud to herself had become a habit long ago, living alone for millennia had a way of making people find alternative means of interaction. ”Now what should I wear? I think I’m just running to the store, no need to dress up for that. But then again, I imagine I’ll be having to pack these clothes up soon and who knows when I will see them again.” With that she headed upstairs to get ready and dressed before helping Mavourneen don his saddle and saddle packs. ”I know ye don’t like wearing it, but it helps keep the packs on. 'Sides, ye might have to start getting used to carriages too, if my hunch is correct.” Neen glared at her but made no argument. She was a pest sometimes, but she had been his pest for almost a millennia and a half now, and he loved her no matter what. He knelt down so that she might slide onto his back more easily, then stood back up and unlocked the stable door himself.
Normally the trip would have taken only a handful of minutes, but he was being extra careful with her, showing her she didn’t need to worry about a thing when it came to riding with him. Once there she slid off his back as if getting up from a high chair, though she had to take a moment to steady herself now that she was walking on her own. She grabbed a cart on the way in and started traveling up and down each aisle, grabbing anything that looked good, including ingredients for some of her favorite recipes.
☆═━┈☠┈━═☆My Crew: Neen ☥ I am: Dating Batty ☥ I'm This Far Along: 80 days / 11 and a half weeks ☥ Wearing: (except shirt is green) ☥ My Demeanor: Resigned ☥ Out Of Chocolate: How far she looks`❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´¯`❀.¸¸.❀´ |
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