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She'd finally done it. After moons and moons of pestering Deal, Discordantmelody had managed to snag herself a date with the legend himself. The pretty calico she-cat had gone for a rather simple look, deciding to not wear any body paint or feathers and just come as herself, same as she expected her date to be. This wasn't some formal event, just a bit of fun to be had between two consenting adults.
Upon seeing his black-and-white form she grinned and rushed over to him, brushing up against his side with a purr.
"Hi cutie. Tell me what we're doing today, I've been looking forward to this for a long time so make sure it's good or else I just might kill you ~"
Deal was not as impulsive as he used to be, but that didn't mean his patience was infinite either. Life was stressful, the calico she-cat continued to nag at him, so fine, he'd go on one date, what was the worst that could happen? They had a good time, she got pregnant, and then they were all murdered? That was just another Tuesday.
. . . . His life must look so strange to outsiders. Frankly, he was stunned anyone wanted to be around him.
Deal smiled politely as Discordantmelody rushed his way. He had groomed his neat black-and-white fur, smoothing the fur over his scars as best as possible. As the fur on his muzzle turned from white to a peppery silver, the scars on his cheek were more apparent than ever, the mark of a trio of she-cats striking him, again and again, in the same place.
"I thought we'd go for a nice walk," he answered with a casual shrug, "and just talk for a bit. I'll make it fun. The last time I went for a walk, I watched a squirrel commit murder." Though his tone was joking, he was telling the truth. His life really was weird.
