your time will come if you wait for it;

[xuffasch]

WHO: damian wayne (xuffasch) & nepeta leijon (shipper).
WHERE: the city streets, somewhere near a pet shop.
WHEN: this afternoon.
WARNINGS: n/a.
SUMMARY: youthful cat enthusiasts encounter one another by chance.
FORMAT: quick to start, then whatever.

<sub>( Damian Wayne, whether purposefully or not, is usually an unusual sight. Today seems to be no exception, as the young man is currently walking down a city street with a bag from the pet store tucked under one arm and narrow-eyed black cat perched on his shoulder. Damian himself doesn’t seem to make much of this; his hands are tucked into the pockets of his red hoodie, and he’s keeping his eyes on his sneakers as he makes his was down city blocks.

There’s a reason the cat is with him, of course. A boy of strange sensibilities, Damian doesn’t like buying pet food his pets haven’t selected. So Rook, the cat, had come along and Damian had supposedly understood which brand of food to buy. A strange ritual, but one he’s been using for the entirety of the year and the half he’s been in the City. )</sub>

Comments

[xuffasch]

Better than being unforgivably irritating. _{( The cat, not enjoying the faster pace, slinks into the hood of Damian's jacket. Yes, apparently that's a routine, too. )}

[shipper]

If you think that this is annoying then you must be an impawsible stick in the mud! [seriously bro pull that telephone pole out of your ass]

[xuffasch]

Maybe I like being that way. _{( He doesn't. He just also doesn't know how else to be. )}

[shipper]

Purrhaps! I'm sure you could have lots of stuffy grump fun. [she changes her expression to mimic Damian's, voice deepening a little for extra melodramatic effect] 'Bluh bluh bluh, no talking about kitties. Bluh bluh, no laughing aloud.'

[xuffasch]

_{( He's envisioning several ways to kill her; none of them painless. )}

I don't sound like that. You're horrible at this.

[shipper]

Well, I did only just meet you! You can't expect me to be purrfect at copying that level of grumpiness right away.

[xuffasch]

Why? It isn't so difficult. Copying levels of grumpiness. _{( And as he finishes the sentence he mimics her voice, tone, intonation. )}

[shipper]

[Nepeta looks briefly surprised and then totally thrilled, grinning splitting her face] Ooh, that was really great! Even if you're got it waay easier than me considering who you've got to purrtend to be.

[a thoughtful pause]

Although I'm not sure you could do all the cute kitty puns right.

[xuffasch]

Why not? I'm sure I'd find it... _{( He pauses, still in her voice, trying to prove a point. Though his face scrunches as he says: )} purrfectly easy.

[shipper]

[Nepeta is genuinely enjoying the hell out of this and it's very obvious]

That was a purretty good start! But I don't think it'd be pawsible fur you to keep it up without your thinkpan expurrloding.

[xuffasch]

Mine would never. It is always... _{( Thinking again, please hold. )} feline fine.

[shipper]

If that's the case, purrhaps it's just hitting a rough patch. You seem clawfully slow talking to me all of a sudden!

[xuffasch]

Anyone would be quicker with purractice. It's not a fair compawrison.

[shipper]

Why? It isn't so diffurcult, coming up with kitty puns. [throwing your words back at you yep]

[xuffasch]

Maybe not, but it isn't the kind of thing anyone has purractical experience with.

_{( His face scrunches again, and when he continues he's back to his normal voice. )}

Forget it. This is ridiculous.

[shipper]

[she giggles] Aw, but you were doing so well! With a little purractice you'd be a good rolepurrlay purrtner in no time.