themightybosstone | Limelight Pregaming

[The cafe is dead tonight. Usually, it is bustling, but this evening it is slow on account of some of the summer celebrations taking place. With no customers in sight, and growing more bored by the moment, Till finally drags a small stand-up mirror out of his bag to make shop and begins to apply some eyeliner.

Tonight, he has a concert. Once the cafe closes he'll change immediately and head from here to his gig down the road. So if there's nothing else to do, he may as well just get ready a bit early.

. . . With a little help.

One of the resident cats stares at him intently as he tries to focus on his eyes and ignore her, while two of the cats behind him bat at the bottom of his wings.]

Hey-! How many times have I told you not to touch the wings?

[It is spoken with more fond exhaustion than anything, before he lifts them up and behind him in an attempt to lift them out of their reach.]

[ Brocade doesn't do well with boredom himself. In fact, this is probably the third time he's finished cleaning up the equipment, made a trip to the door and back.

UGH that tasting festival two streets down is making a killing. And murdering them this week.

Though, on the way back he can't help a snort and a grin. And absolutely no help with the cats. Sir King, in particular, takes the raising of the wings as a challenge.]

They can't help if yer 1/4th cat toy.

[Attempting to lift them higher even as Sir King merely becomes excited by the movement.]

Can't you talk to them or something?

Bro do I look like a housecat?

[ On the plus side, Brocade takes time to trim their claws so the BATBATBAT at the wingtips really isn't anything more than a distraction.

BUT THE ATTEMPT TO EAT HIM IS STILL THERE. ]

Do you want me to answer that?

[The disrespect!! He fed you earlier, cats! He sets the eyeliner down to turn around and scoop Sir King up and stare him down.]

Ya know, just because you've got a royal name doesn't mean I'm gonna let you get away with trying to nab a bite.

[He's getting CARRIED. Like a purse. Over to one of the wall mounts.]

Get up here and think about your crime for a while.

[He places one of the catnip toys up on the square with him.]

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