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[themidnightson]

[Once upon a time there was an offering and accepting.
Which was followed by a well-stored package that stayed upstairs.

It had been briefly forgotten -- unsurprising given other distractions -- until today. ]


Tonight a shiny bronze kitten jumped from the base of the stairs, blinking at the wide open bar with golden eyes.

It wound its way through chair and table mazes, through at least one booth before going across the bar stool tops, and stops on the edge of the bar. Staring with quizzical ire and reluctance at a ball of purple yarn that had just magically appeared.

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[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

Because Bar's timing is awesome, one Isabella Swan just happens to stumble in, after a good few uninterrupted weeks without any crazy Bar-dreams.

She's wearing pajamas, which means it is probably some ungodly hour of the morning in Forks, Washington. This is definitely just what she needed.

At least she makes her way over to the Bar without incident.

"Hot cocoa, please. Extra hot, extra cocoa."

[themidnightson]

It wasn't interesting. It was just a ball of yarn.

Logically that made perfect sense the vampire-not-a-cat part of his mind. Yet still he found stalking close enough to nudge it with his nose.

It rocked back and forth.

Which somehow called for batting at it at the same time as a very, very, very unplanned, very real, Bella Swan sat down and ordered hot chocolate not but five feet away.

The yarn ball?

The one half forgotten even in mid swipe?

Went flying with a little too much force down the bar toward her.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

A number of things happened all at once, and Bella was in no way awake enough to try to sort them all out. But, presumably, the order of things went something like this:

1. Cocoa appears.

2. Girl reaches for cocoa.

3. Sudden flying object collides with girl's hand just as she picks up the cocoa.

4. ... profit?

"OW! OW OWOWHOTHOT OW HOT OW OW!!"

It's a good thing no one's around to witness the quite literal flailing of a girl who's just managed to spill her extra-hot, extra-chocolatey drink all over the arm of her pajamas.

Except, you know. A kitten.

[themidnightson]

The flailing, the yell, the inability not find her scent, as he watched her face contort in pain...

Could kittens look resentfully embarrassed?


Edward can't remember the last time he watched a cat do anything that wasn't Yrael or his little one. Even though it made no sense at all, he sat down with his tail twitching, giving a plaintive mew.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"Bad. kitty." Bella scolded the kitten sternly as she mopped up cocoa with a handful of napkins. She didn't care how cute he was.

A furtive glance around, however, told her that it could've been entirely worse. No one seemed to have taken any great notice of her mishap.

"Only you, Bella." she sighed, wearily. "'Death by kitten', the headline will read."

[dont-go-west.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Placeholder like a placeholdering thing, but oh man I could not resist. STALKERS UNITE!]

. . . it's a bar with a kitten.

How embarrassingly twee.

West shoves the ball of yarn a little with his foot to see if the kitten will follow it.

[themidnightson]

[Oh, god. *laughs* Yes, come on in and take a seat.]

The kitten glances at the shoe and then the face, before pouncing gracefully after the ball. He comes to a short little stop, landing on it before he looks back victoriously.

[mogget_cat]

Aw, a cute... er.. newcomer to the bar.

It gets its ears ruffled in greeting, with a catty grin.

[themidnightson]

The gets hand batted at, two paws trying to catch it, golden eyes peeking up. He stopped, head twisted sideways, as he found the face the had was connected to.

[mogget_cat]

That face is grinning down at him.

"Finding your feet well enough?" he asks, as the ruffling hand (which is staying juuuuuust out of reach) is joined by another. All cats should get scritches. Even not'cats. Especially not'cats, in Yrael's opinion.

[themidnightson]

"Now."

It's not complimentary, but derisive.

He shivered, stretching up against the sensation it caused.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael scritches with the best of them, behind the ears, along the neck, across the shoulders and down the spine to that spot above the base of the tail that cats love so mch.

"I'm glad. Find anything interesting yet?"

[boundxkitty]

There were plans of seeing if she could get food from Bar without having a voice. Which leads to the leopard'Liz at the bar in the first place. Paws settled on the edge so she can see the bar top.

But there's a distraction.

And now there are green eyes watching the kitten and the yarn with a curious interest. Yarn is fun, no matter if you're a kitten or a leopard.

Just ignore the fact that she smells of demon bunny blood.

[themidnightson]

The demon bunny smell is probably the only unproblematic thing about being stared down by a larger creature than himself.

There's no wave of fear, because he knows he's still at the core all but indestructible....but the difference is annoying, especially after his earlier encounter.

Perhaps this hadn't been the most brilliant idea.

Edward kitten mewed.

[boundxkitty]

Liz has never been one to try to hunt and or hurt smaller felines. Especially when they look like the house cat variety. Which may or may not be odd considering humans were fair game to her at one point.

Her head tilts slightly and she gives an rumbling, "Mrrrrw?" in answer.

One paw reaches out towards the kitten and the yarn. Though for all the slowness she moves with, it only nudges the yarn softly.

[themidnightson]

Everything happening in any amount of real time is already very slow for the Cullen's and their kind. When people move slowly, even more so.

The differences are keeping a little more grounded this time.

He nudged the ball back with his nose.

[boundxkitty]

She was just being nice with the slow because most people and animals don't necessarily react well to a not slow leopard moving any body part towards them.

There's amusement in the green eyes. The movement is about human slow this time when she nudges the yarn again with her paw.

It's a fun, but simple game?

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

Charlie flicks the yarn at the kitten who's staring at it quite intently.

This place and the cats, honestly; he's glad he's at least not allergic to them. "New?"

It might answer back. One never knows in Milliways.

[themidnightson]

Edward had been looking at the face, trying to place if it was familiar in passing or in specific. But that failed when the yarn went rolling and he found himself bounding after it.

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

So either it's a real cat, or whoever it is has a great affection for yarn.

Charlie gives a quiet chuckle at the kitten, shaking his head. "It's already dead, you can't kill it, you know."

[themidnightson]

That's a completely human line of thought.

He thinks through the rolling attack stop of the yarn ball. There were a few things quite dead, still sentient, that could be killed even here.

The yarn is districting though and he peeks up over it once it's been thoroughly subdued.

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

Cat!

There's a thing, you see, with Teddy and cats. Sometimes he turns into one--today, however, is not one of those days. He can, however, watch the cat. Right?

[themidnightson]

Always!

Edward!Kitten wandered with reluctant curiosity around hte purple mound of rolled string. He sniffed it lightly, nudging it with his nose. Which meant it rolled back into him. Which even expecting it (equal and opposite force) he startled back, batting it.

It has the indeciency to bounce away.

He followed. Of course.

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy laughs, watching the kitten happily... he's tempted to play with it, and he bounces the string around a little just because.

KITTEN.

[themidnightson]

When it fought back, even accompanied by the scent of the strange young man often referred to just as Jenny's brother, the kitten dodged after it.