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WHO: The Cat and OPEN
WHERE: Shopping district? idk
WHEN: Todaaay
WARNINGS: Its family friendly folks.
SUMMARY: Cat goes shopping... sorta... without the money. Oh jeez.
FORMAT: Paragraph(or if you'd prefer quicklog reply as such and I'll reciprocate)
Goalpost Head didn't know what he was talking about, job. Who needed a job? People left things lying around all over the place here! Everywhere he looked there was what he needed, fancy clothes or cloth for if he decided to make something for himself. Shoes, oh the shoes! Hair and beauty products, and mm, so much delicious food. He'd found a place that just had fish lying around for the taking!
Okay so the monkeys usually started yelling at him and chasing him when he helped himself to some for an unknown reason but who cared? He had a lot of nice, new shiny things and they were his, he wasn't giving them up for nobody.
Like right now, the Cat shook a little spray bottle in each hand as he wandered along a shopping isle, every so often he spotted something that smelled simply divine (shampoo, conditioner, hair gel!) and would give each item a little spray before depositing it in the inner pocket of his newest creation.
Those little puffball furry things didn't taste so great, but their fur was wonderful for making himself a fancy new coat out of. "Ooh strawberry! Yes indeedy, this is my lucky day!"
WHERE: Shopping district? idk
WHEN: Todaaay
WARNINGS: Its family friendly folks.
SUMMARY: Cat goes shopping... sorta... without the money. Oh jeez.
FORMAT: Paragraph(or if you'd prefer quicklog reply as such and I'll reciprocate)
Goalpost Head didn't know what he was talking about, job. Who needed a job? People left things lying around all over the place here! Everywhere he looked there was what he needed, fancy clothes or cloth for if he decided to make something for himself. Shoes, oh the shoes! Hair and beauty products, and mm, so much delicious food. He'd found a place that just had fish lying around for the taking!
Okay so the monkeys usually started yelling at him and chasing him when he helped himself to some for an unknown reason but who cared? He had a lot of nice, new shiny things and they were his, he wasn't giving them up for nobody.
Like right now, the Cat shook a little spray bottle in each hand as he wandered along a shopping isle, every so often he spotted something that smelled simply divine (shampoo, conditioner, hair gel!) and would give each item a little spray before depositing it in the inner pocket of his newest creation.
Those little puffball furry things didn't taste so great, but their fur was wonderful for making himself a fancy new coat out of. "Ooh strawberry! Yes indeedy, this is my lucky day!"