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Who: Artolo Apemis, an annoyed manager, and anyone in the vicinity
What: Oh look, it's the witch and his familiar
When: January 10th
Where: Outside Pride Records, and outside CoT's penthouse
Warnings: Artolo's mouth

A - Outside Pride Records

If anyone listens to certain sources, then Artolo Apemis is apparently some sort of witch gathering a hoard of cat familiar.

"Cat! I'm a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance~."

...It's kind of true.

Sure enough, Artolo can be found outside Pride Records not too far away with a fluffmonster of a white cat in his hands as he crouches down by a wall. The relaxed animal seems strangely okay with being manhandled like it is, its back between Artolo's legs and its paws being manipulated in a dance.

It's his way of coping. Well, not his preferred way. His preferred way involves not being sober in any capacity. However, he's been bad enough at it all that even An is starting to narrow her eyes at him. So he takes a break from it... by messing about with his favorite animal that's been lurking around. It makes him feel relaxed.

Besides, when the cat lolls its head back to look at him and stares up at him with those green eyes...

A sharp toothed grin, yellow-green eyes sparkling at him, gray skin, it's all so surreal, but there's just fond exasperation as he tells her "Stick an imperial pail up my nook, Dii, we seriously can't, put it back"-

It feels familiar for some reason.

Artolo grins down at the cat as it finally bats down at the jack-of-club pendant swinging from his neck.

Maybe he'll name it Diedre.

"Ha ha, I should name you Semen Candy."

B - Outside CoT Penthouse, later

"What the cock do you mean I can't keep the cat inside!?"

Not that Artolo is particularly surprised about this result. That doesn't keep him from having a showdown with his manager An right outside the penthouse, her barring the way inside all lace and black. Her finely done up lips are screwed up in a frown as she glares down at the ball of fluff that Artolos is holding in his hands.

"I said what I meant, Artolo. That animal is filthy- who knows where it's been? And all that white for your outfits? I might faint at the very idea this wretched little beast might tear them to shreds. No. It's out of the question. No pets in the penthouse."

Making a frustrated noise, Artolo's head swivels back and forth until landing on the nearest person- most likely just passing by but oh boy guess what they're getting dragged into now as he points at them?

"Hey! You! C'mere, and help me argue against this control freak!"

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B

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Sora had just been innocently out to grab some french fries to feed a craving, and was returning with an entire bag of them (to share with his band mates, of course) when he comes upon this scene. An argument. And also a cat. A cute fluffy cat. Which is more surprising than the argument, really, except that the argument's about the cat.

...And now he's been spotted and called over. Sora's eyes widen and he points to himself questioningly, glances over his shoulder behind him, then looks back at Artolo and walks over because someone has asked him for help and he has obsessive helping syndrome well, if someone wants a pet they should be allowed to have a pet. And that's his stance on that. However, he starts out with: "...Uh. Looks like a pretty clean cat to me?" Very good, nice job, Sora.

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Sora's assessment of the cat's cleanliness has Artolo fling an arm out towards him in a very obvious see!? gesture. That, in turn, has An just pinch the bridge of her nose oh-so delicately. Artolo is a nuisance to deal with on good days. He doesn't need people enabling him. At least for cats.

"It's an off white-" Artolo makes a noise at the clearly damning insult to his cat's brand of white. "-and just because it looks clean on a surface level means nothing. It was picked up right off of the street!"

"That doesn't mean it's dirty, right, Sora?" If he wasn't holding a fistful of cat, Artolo would cross his fingers that he's agreed with here.

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Clearly, Sora is not pleased with An's argument, as he's now started to frown. "Right! And even if it was, dirty animals can be cleaned and deserve to be clean and happy and safe just as much as anyone else. Animals like cats and dogs shouldn't have to live on the street without a loving home to come back to. What do you want him to do, put it back there? Have you ever tried living on the street?"

He crosses his arms over his chest now, bag of french fries still in his hand.

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An looks like she is two seconds away from straight up facepalming, and it is only through incredible goth poise that she doesn't. "I'm not saying put it out on the street," she says with strained patience. "It just is not coming in here."

Turning to face Sora slightly better, Artolo says with venomous politeness, "An is kind of a huge witch." The response is a prompt smack to the percussionist's head by his manager, and he hisses. "Shit!"

[consocius]

With arms still crossed, Sora shakes his head. He also gives a yell of "Hey!" at An for her smacking his.. friend(??), at the exact same time Artolo curses.

He scoffs and agrees with Artolo, "Yeah, I can see that," before continuing to argue futilely with An. "Why can't he just keep it in his room?"

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"Why?" An makes a show of being offended, her fingertips pressing over her heart like she's in danger of an attack. "Do you even know what image Crown of Thorns has to uphold?"

The resulting exasperated sigh from Artolo says he's been through this song and dance before. "Stupid goddamn gothic black," he mutters. "What does it have against color?"

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Sora gives a look of sympathy to Artolo, then shakes his head. "You can keep lint rollers and stuff. A living thing is more important than clothes." Except, apparently, not to An.

He's losing patience for this argument and gives in to the desire to pet said living thing that Artolo is holding. This instantly brings him back into smiley mode.

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Oh shit. Artolo's eyes start to widen right around the same time that An's entire everything seems to puff up like the world's most offended owl. No time for talking- Art just reaches out with his one free hand to grab Sora and bolt "Bye An, I'm running away forever to join a boyband!" he yells over his shoulder, ignoring the aggravated shout she sends at his and Sora's and the cat's back.

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Sora makes an undignified noise as he's yanked along by Artolo, tripping over his feet briefly before he's running to keep up. He gives a very quick glance back at An before she disappears from view. "Geez! What a hag! What was her deal?"

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"She's a fashion freak is her deal," Artolo snorts, slowing down once he's sure the penthouse is out of sight and An won't hunt them down. Whenever he returns to the penthouse, sure, she'll probably throw him out a window, but until then, this is fine. "You should see us when we're about to perform or make an appearance or anything. It takes her literal hours to dress us up in a way she's satisfied with."

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Once Artolo has slowed, so does Sora, and he relaxes awfully quickly too, simply folding his arms behind his head as they continue walking. "Man, I bet that gets boring quick. Like we've got stylists and stuff but I'm pretty sure none of them would pick clothes over a living thing, you know? Hey, speaking of, does your cat have a name?"

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"It is mind breakingly boring," Artolo groans, readjusting his cat. "You have no idea. I should have made sure I got signed up with a punk band or something. Hoodies and sneakers, be done with it." But enough of his complaining. The inquiry about the cat's name makes him grin.

"Slayer of a Thousand Fish."