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interstellar55552016-01-10 11:11 am
iitrebel) wrote in interstellar55552016-01-10 11:11 am
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2 ♊ Meow meow meow meow
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!"
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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"Slayer of a Thousand Fish."