missing the family [active, closed]

[greengooseberry]

Characters: Orlando, Tamaki
Content: Bonding over fatherhood, probably
Location: A block or so from Madison Square Garden
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: None

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[quite_excitable]

Tamaki fussed with the buttons on his coat, wondering why there were only three. It was hardly practical, especially if one broke off. Though he wasn't so cold that he really needed them to have the front of the coat sealed shut, he knew it would eventually be. Was it that it was simply the "in style" look, back when the attack had happened?

Surely it couldn't be the fashionable thing to have now, but Tamaki wouldn't know, would he?

"I'll have to ask Kaoru and Hikaru," he mused. They would know what was the in look this month, with their mother designing, and all. Laughing to himself, he added, "Maybe they could add more buttons to this."

Suddenly, it hit him - he wasn't so concerned with wondering about the buttons anymore; when would he even see them, again?

[greengooseberry]

As he spotted a youth headed down the road ahead of him, Orlando forced himself out of his gloomy thoughts - it was rude to wallow in one's misery around strangers, after all - and picked his pace up a little so it wouldn't seem as if he was ignoring the fellow - as far as Orlando was concerned, everyone in Manhattan was in this together and it was the decent thing to be friendly to anyone he met.

"Hulloa there!" he called, mustering all the goodwill he could manage.

[quite_excitable]

The voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Without thinking, he called, "Hello!" back, in the general direction of where he'd heard it.

Now to spot who it was. Tamaki looked left, right, and even squinted, but all he could see was--"T-talking..."

Was it the curse of Bereznoff finally catching up with him? Had he angered one kitty too many and now they were talking to him? Was he merely hallucinating? But it was cute, at least, and Bereznoff and his minions [because he surely had them] had chosen now to smite him, then at least it was with a cute cat.

[greengooseberry]

Orlando gave a resigned little shake of his head as he drew nearer to the young man. He was too used, having spent months in Manhattan, to meeting people who were surprised that he could talk. He did wonder, sometimes, what people expected of cats if they couldn't - but no matter; the more time he spent here, the more Orlando felt people couldn't help the worlds they'd come from.

"I'm sorry, young man, if I startled you!" he said cordially. "Not accustomed to speaking with cats, I take it?"