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Sean's eyes visibly widened at the sight of the pads of Funk's paws as he immediately began to pour and crunch the ingredients he needed into the bowl before stirring it up, "I like a society with laws," Sean said or more likely corrected him, "In other words, a place with standards. But I think laws need to evolve with the times, the Regime used to be very controlling, but has lightened their grip every year. If I could do whatever I wanted then nothing would feel as rewarding."
He lathered the lilac and oils onto Funk E'tan's front paw first, "It's fine though, not everyone's tough enough to live a disciplined lifestyle." His gaze was focused on the nemesis paw as he massaged the oils into his skin. "I'm going to have to do a paw cleanse a lot with you," He said in amazement as he gathered some more oils before feeling somewhat satisfied, it was a start.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 19, 2020 13:17:09 GMT -5
They were the kind of paws someone twice his age would have. Done a lot of walking, a lot of work. They clashed with his designer coat that would have given him a life of luxury. But Funk and his siblings walked away from that, each for their own reasons. Those kinds of thoughts were too sentimental.
He caught Sean's expression, unable to hold back a snort at it. His expression stilled as he listened to Sean's explanation. It made sense, he guessed. It wasn't like the League was a lawless land, though they mostly went back to listen to the nemesis and only stab your proxy in the back if they offer it to you. Nothing to keep him from doing what he wanted. "That does beg the question of what you want to do that your law prohibits. But I'm more curious about your definition of rewarding. Is it so intrinsically tied to your laws? And I walk a lot, what else is there to say."
Sean scoffed at the toms reply, "You know I have full permission from your mates to do what is necessary to make this wedding perfect, which includes you. So if you do that much walking it means you can start walking with some stylish material over your paws so you won't damage them. Although good luck, most cats can't seem to walk in them because they can only feel the material, not their paws," He said while thinking about Funk's question.
"I do have a lot of complaints," Sean admitted, but then looked frustrated, "But no being a jerk about anything I tell you, okay? I'll tell my friend, but not the nemesis, but if you use any of this against me or my home I'll never be friends with you again. Promise you won't tell anyone about what we talk about? OR gesture or write it out or anything," He added in quickly.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 21, 2020 16:20:42 GMT -5
Funk rolled his eyes. "I'm used to them, trust me." It had been years, but he was familiar with wearing them to keep his paws pristine. Or for a twoleg kit's entertainment. "Big words there. I feel like our paths will cross again even if I do use them. But fine, I'll agree to your conditions." If Funk really, like really, needed something from Sean, there were probably other methods he could use to get it anyway.
"Okay," Sean said relaxing a little, "Well," He moved in closer next to Funk with a friendly mischievous smile, "Well some days I wish I did something more than stand guard and look pretty, I mean I like it, but before Shule I always felt like a prop... Commanders only have seven lives, but they have two sentinels guarding them at all times, we are their extra lives. I don't know, sometimes I wonder what it says about myself to be so proud to be disposable to every commander in recent history." He said a bit shyly, "Oh and then gatherings," He looked back at Funk with an excited expression, "I wish Shule and I went to those more. I wish we did things more. And I really wish having fun wasn't shameful."
He looked back at Funk E'tan, "But that's why I come here, I can listen to people tell me about their exciting lives without endangering myself. And I get to make them look beautiful and more confident," Sean explained.
Walking away he filled up a tub with all the ingredients he needed before stirring it with his paw, "I've never really been able to complain before in the Regime either, not like this. In a way every time I'm with you everything just feels... Possible, y'know?" He said and for the first time neither were in a situation where the other was dependent on the other, or had to play nice in front of others, or felt withdrawn by the subject matter. So when there was no reason for Sean to look back at Funk with a sincere smile it was because he had a reason to look at Funk without disgust or purpose, but purely because he wanted to look at him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 7, 2020 19:39:53 GMT -5
Funk was already fully settled in his spot, had been for a while, but still shuffled some as Sean move in closer. Maybe he wanted to create some distance, or maybe he couldn't get close enough. He wasn't sure. Every day that passed, he found less and less things holding his interest. Once he learned everything he wanted about something or someone, Funk would throw away like an old toy. It was always the unknown that intrigued him, scared him some. Yet here he was, hanging onto every word Sean said. Like a lovesick fool.
Disposability, huh. Funk wondered if Sean was awaiting that day when he would be truly disposable, where he'd get to do what several cats dreamed of. Dying in honor, for their leader. Why did his lip pull back at the thought? Fate really tore them apart, Sean seeming to only widen the gap as he got up and went back to the tub.
In a way every time I'm with you everything just feels... Possible, y'know?
"Yeah, I feel the same way." Funk purred. He didn't really understand it, what made Sean sit apart in the crowd in his mind. Maybe it was that they were so alike, like they knew everything about each other with just a look. There were no airs, or masks. It was just them. Funk was truly fascinated with Glow and Fox, each day with them always kept him guessing. And that was all he really needed. Maybe there was still... something there, keeping them apart that didn't exist with Sean. Funk really didn't get it. His curiosity led him to stand up and follow after Sean. He could tell Sean any number of things. To just talk to Shule and see if they could work something out. Help their relationship. Instead, Sean would find Funk's head on his shoulder. "Well, you're free to complain all you want here. When we're done, we should do something fun, for old time's sake." His voice went quiet, "No blood unless you want there to be." Funk added with a laugh.
