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fandomhighdorms2012-09-15 08:23 pm
myownface) wrote in fandomhighdorms2012-09-15 08:23 pm
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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening
Okay, so Sparkle had attempted to detach the velcro-cat several times on Thursday, to no avail. And on Friday, he'd been kind of flattered that the little black blob of clingy kitten had stuck around, but kind of concerned all the same. It wasn't as though he knew how to take care of a pet, after all. He'd fed it a can of tuna, gave it some water, and took it outside to do its business a few times, because it wasn't like he owned a litterbox or anything.
When Velcro was still around this morning, he'd relented. Even used some of the money he'd been saving from working at Demon Marcus to get cat supplies that morning, because... well, if it was going to stick around, it was probably a good idea to keep it from crapping in his laundry pile or something.
The thing was, Velcro didn't seem to like the crunchy cat-kibble things that Sparkle had bought. A bit of a piss-off, since he didn't have all that much money in the first place, but hey, that was what common room food was for, at least until he could wean the little guy off of people-food. A rummage through the cupboards, at least, yielded some canned food that the kitten did seem to like.
"Hah! Cats do too eat ham!"
Why did Fandom let Sparkle keep the cat, again?
[OOC: Open common room is open, and all Sparkle threads will be fuelled by the power of chocolate-covered espresso beans. Fear.]
When Velcro was still around this morning, he'd relented. Even used some of the money he'd been saving from working at Demon Marcus to get cat supplies that morning, because... well, if it was going to stick around, it was probably a good idea to keep it from crapping in his laundry pile or something.
The thing was, Velcro didn't seem to like the crunchy cat-kibble things that Sparkle had bought. A bit of a piss-off, since he didn't have all that much money in the first place, but hey, that was what common room food was for, at least until he could wean the little guy off of people-food. A rummage through the cupboards, at least, yielded some canned food that the kitten did seem to like.
"Hah! Cats do too eat ham!"
Why did Fandom let Sparkle keep the cat, again?
[OOC: Open common room is open, and all Sparkle threads will be fuelled by the power of chocolate-covered espresso beans. Fear.]
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Oh god. Russian-Canadian Torontonian kleptomaniac misanthropic punks of the world, unite.
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She swirled the sparkler around, drawing words in the air as the kitten watched.
Unite: with great taste in shoes!
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"You know, the vodka almost makes it sound like a pretty sweet deal," Sparkle noted, watching the sparkler right along with Velcro. It was fascinating, okay? "But then I think about how I'd look with a beard, and... Let's not think about how I'd look with a beard."
Maybe in like ten years or so. But right now, at sixteen, all facial-hair attempts made him look like a reject from Scooby Doo. No thanks.
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"Now I'm picturing it. It's very... Rasputin. Yeahno let's not do that." She grinned and added, "Although, my cousin Dima grew one of those on a bet and the cops didn't identify him for, like, six months after that."
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Immunity from the police was so damn appealing.
"I mean, not like I have much to worry about here, but. You know. Someday."
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Unless it came from kittens. And then it was Velcro's terms. Always.