(no subject)

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Ah so, here is the recovering alcoholic hippie, in the bar, at a booth, with real food. Yeah, totally. He's eating it very, very slowly, but he does have what appears to be a ham sandwich. And tea.

And a really big, really old book, compliments of Nearly Wristless Rod Roderick Usher.

He is also playing with a spoon, twirling it in one hand lazily.

Please annoy.

Comments

[mogget_cat]

There's something rubbing up against his ankle and stepping on his foot.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver squeaks and looks under the table.

"Oh, hi. This place is inundated with cats, isn't it? Wait, here..."

He pulls off a bit of ham and offers it to the kitty under the table.

His parents used to feed the stray cats behind the house. There was no escaping them in Beacon. He grew to be quite fond of them.

[mogget_cat]

The cat sits on Miniver's foot, neatly taking the ham and consuming it.

It licks its whiskers, and blinks up at him, expectantly.

Well... it's a cat. Of course it expects more. Right?

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver is okay with that. He's not really very hungry anyway.

He offers down a bit more.

"You're cute. You belong to anyone here, or another astral wanderer? I always wondered if cats could do that on their own..."

No, Miniver does not think it odd to hold conversations with things that don't necessarily talk back.

[mogget_cat]

The cat greedily takes that bit, as well, eating it neatly and efficiently. Its spotlessly white fur is very clean and well taken care of, but no collar is closed upon its neck. Indentions around its neck, however, show that a too-tight collar might once have been worn there.

Getting off of Miniver's foot, the cat leaps up to a barstool, using it as a springboard to get up onto the bar top, where it curls up around the warm teapot nearby. Within easy scritching distance. Prrrrrrrrrrrr.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver grins.

"I'd almost guess you for Draco but I think he can only be a white fox, not a white cat. Oh, well. Somebody clearly takes good care of you."

He leans against the table, reading his book as one hand scritches scritches scritches the kitty, possibly somewhat envious if its ability to curl around teapots to keep warm. Miniver is small for a human, but not THAT small.

[mogget_cat]

The cat's bright green eyes are definitely not Draco's, but it may be hard to tell. The cat's eyes soon close wite pleasure at the delightful scritches as it purrs like the drone of a well-tuned motor. Miniver has a cat's head leaning hard against his hand, practically vibrating from the purring.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Well, if you pretend to be King Arthur, you get a Mordred. Fading into view slouched against a chair with his boots on the table and golden eyes very, very sharp.

He'll say something later.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

He's never going to live that down, is he?

Miniver isn't paying much attention. He's reading. And like all talented escapists, that makes him almost entirely deaf and blind to the surrounding world.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Hell no. The mun was laughing way too much.

"Glad you seem to be feeling better." The voice is soft, lilting, and not quite alive.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver blinks and looks around, startled.

"What? Oh. Hello. Did I meet you sometime when I was delirious? I'm afraid I don't remember." Nervous laugh.

Mordred is spooking him out just a little bit.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

A faint smile.

"No. I just...hang about the place a lot. See things."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"In the Infirmary?" Brow quirk. "Why?"

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

A small boy appears from a painting on one wall of the bar, looking back over his shoulder and laughing.

Then he heads for the Bar.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Possibly Miniver spots this unique occurrance.

And STAAAAAAARES at the kid.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Possibly the kid turns, notices this and stares right back.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Today is a day for staring contests, it seems.

"Did you just walk out of that painting?"

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He glances back over his shoulder, then nods.

"Yes."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Are you a ghost?"

He's met a number of people from the House of Arch, but although he's been told its entrance is a painting, no one has ever explicitly pointed the right one out to him, and somehow the description doesn't click.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not annoying so much as slipping into the booth with her own plate of food (Grilled cheese, french fries, and plenty of ketchup for dipping - and YAY SHE'S EATING!) and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Hey you."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver hugs back.

"You have food! Hey, me too. Good, isn't it?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Yes," April agrees. "It's good to be hungry again." She pops a fry in her mouth.

"So, how're you?"

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Alive. Not really hungry, but I can eat, so I guess I should." He's been picking at whatever's on his plate for hours.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Take a couple bites before it rots, why don'tcha?" she teases gently.

She knows the feeling - she's not gonna press it too much.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"I did! Really, I did!"

He steals one of her fries, though, and nibbles at it.