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It was a gorgeous afternoon, all things considered. The sky was a flawless blanket of soft, bright blue, with not a single cloud to be seen for miles. The sun's bright rays warmed the world while a cool, yet soft breeze kept the weather comfortable. The birds were singing their cheerful songs, while squirrels and mice were bounding around the trees and bushes in search for food. Overall, it was a perfect day to be outside...sulking.
Calliope was curled up on the end of a hard wooden bench in the park place, absentmindedly watching as twolegs passed by. Being an area known for having rouges, a more observant human would occasionally spot the she-cat resting there and cautiously approach, only to take notice of the shiny lavender collar she wore around her fluffy chocolate-brown neck, give her a friendly pat or two, and move on. She barely paid attention, but that just seemed to be how her day was going. Letting out a frustrated growl, the young kittypet shifted her position to lie flat on her side. She had hoped that coming here would help clear her head, but nothing seemed to be working. If anything, it was only making her more stressed and irritable.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 1, 2019 0:33:00 GMT -5
The hands never approached him, despite his lovely auburn coat. No collar, no interest. They always muttered something while looking at him through lidded eyes. Like that he was up to no good or that he was a tramp. It didn't matter, Funk was never up to any good. Sometimes a wandering cat would greet him, but that was about it. He usually avoided this place like the plague, he could barely stand it here. Letting out a yawn, he walked along the brush line, jumping suddenly on top of a bench he happened to pass.
Glancing down, his eyes caught the glimmer of a collar. Poor thing. Still chained. But kittypets were always fun to trick. And he needed a little entertainment.
"It was a nice day till I passed through this cold spot. That dreadful expression is doing no one any favors, dear."
At first, the only sort of response he got was a telltale twitch of the she-cat's ear, making it clear that she heard him despite her lack of reaction. It was plain to see that her mind had been elsewhere before his interruption. After a moment of radio static, the kittypet finally glanced upwards at Funk, meeting his gaze with the most striking golden eyes, almost sparkling with amusement in the daylight. "You're quite the charmer, I'll say. The she-cats must be all over you every day." Letting out a snort of sarcastic laughter, she pushed herself up to a sitting position on the bench, regarding the stranger with interest.
He was quite well-groomed, but his lack of tact made it obvious that he was either a loner or a rouge. Not the type she usually associated with, but at this point, anything was better than she had been previously doing. From the corner of her vision, another twoleg passed by walking a small tan dog. It barked at them a couple of times before the twoleg pulled it away and continued down the trail.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 2, 2019 22:32:43 GMT -5
"They are. I rarely get a chance for peace." Glancing back, green eyes empty. Recently, he had more toms around. Still couldn't find peace, maybe even less. He stepped down, standing along the bench's arm as the dog passed. Instead, he reached his paws out and stretched his back, aggravating the mutt a little more. It was nothing the twoleg couldn't handle.
"So why the long face?" He didn't particularly care, to be honest. He didn't even really know why he asked. Probably some kittypet trouble like not getting enough food or a dog in the house.
