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Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 21, 2020 13:45:22 GMT -5
It was like that night hadn't even happened. The fur on the back of Funk's ankles had grown back, the place where they had ended the night had grown cold. And he hadn't gone back. Those words were just pretty little lies, the sunset just another sunset. It was never true. He didn't put his faith in others so there was no reason for others to put their faith in him. Just another day, another heartbreak. All in a day for Funk E'tan.
And his days kept ticking by. As he handled business and experimented and talked to the guys. He was right back on schedule. The mid day sun found him pulling the arms off a doll. Some twoleg trinket, he didn't really care. The seams struggled, but were eventually unknotted by sheer force. Now, the carcass of the plush toy was left behind, kicked out of the way as he walked away. Even the arms, now leaking cotton, were stuffed into a bag. With a thousand other pieces just like them.
Mellori had been trying to get Funk's attention since their night on the roof top but he was always making excuses why he couldnt stop and talk. Today, she was going to try one last time. The beautiful jet black she-cat watched from a distance through narrowed blue-gray eyes as Funk ripped a part a two-leg toy. One he had torn it apart, she made her way over to him elegantly, the sun giving her black fur a glossy shine. "Funk" she called to him as she neared him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 23, 2020 13:44:00 GMT -5
"Ah, Mellori." He poked his head up from the bag, tone completely neutral. Excuses of work and the like had become common between them, though it didn't help some of those were true. He expected her to get the message now, to move on by now. But she hadn't. Must have taken it too seriously, something he himself couldn't fathom. Standing up, he walked over to Mellori, though he kept his distance. Standing in the shadows, the black rosettes seeming to bleed over the lighter parts of him, he gave a smile. "What are you here for?" Saying it so relaxed, like the tom from a few nights ago was gone.
Mellori almost didnt recognize him. This was not the tom from a few nights ago. He was back to the same leader that never noticed her. Frustration was beginning to build up but she remained calm and collected for now. "I thought you'd want to go stir up more mischief again. Maybe this time we can go in the twoleg den this time." There was a daring smirk on her face, like that of a kit ready for adventure. It had gotten him to notice her last time. If he was anything like her, the thought of danger would excite him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 24, 2020 23:22:54 GMT -5
The only problem was that Funk was nothing like her. He put his lives on the line for that night, just for the kick. Though now that he had done it, he felt no desire to do it again. It had to be something new, something that made him wonder and not immediately understand to grab his attention. Even the idea of sneaking into a twoleg home, somewhere he lived in his youth, didn't sound that interesting. And while some could make the ordinary extraordinary, Funk knew Mellori wouldn't. Not for him, not anymore.
So he didn't move, unable to reflect anything. "No, I'm good. Spent enough time in one already." He looked the kittypet part, sometimes still acted it. Though now his gaze trailed down Mellori's glossy coat and he pondered how he could mess it up.
Mellori was let down again. She lowered her gaze and stared down at her paws, clear disappointment written on her face. "I just thought it would be fun." She shrugged and lifted her gaze. "Is there something you want to do? Maybe we could go for a walk?" She gave him an innocent smile and brushed herself again him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 28, 2020 13:32:41 GMT -5
It was clear, much like the sky above them. He didn't move though, gaze not even showing a shred of remorse or comfort. It was the absence. Some part knew what he was supposed to do, he'd watched enough relationships come together and then fall apart. But he never felt compelled to, like he had to. He didn't care, easy enough. So Funk only tilted his head as it seemed to sink into Mellori. Maybe she'd get the messa--
Nope, she looked up with that hope that Funk hoped was crushed by now. Was it not clear enough? The question hung in the air, though his respective silence was just as loud. "Fine." He replied after a minute.
