[Thread] Some people just wait till the last minute...

[spaceflyboy]

Characters:AU Duo Maxwell, Open
Where:Around town
When:During the day while it's warm enough.
Summary: Duo knows people are getting him things for christmas, and while he's usually not into it, he doesn't want his friends to go empty handed.
Warnings: TBA, but Duo is his own warning.

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[feline_nonsense]

Toys. Toys, tricks, socks of coal, that was what Christmases were made of. Or so it seemed to Cat. The muddle of worry and anger and general gloom was floating, floating, floating away... through the roof of the compound and out and out. Cheer was in the air again, sprinkled with little dots of hope and happiness.

A little too sweet for Cat's taste. That was the old Wonderland, and the old Alice. Teatime didn't come with sweets now, not for Cat.

He wandered, a sleek little kitty magazine folded jauntily into a little hat and placed at a rakish angle on one tattered ear. Just the thing for a Cat to receive for a present. Versatility at its best.

But Cat was not alone. There was a boy down there, walking on the street, stumping through the snow. How unpleasant. Snow. Beastly weather, winter had. And yet... Cat was still curious. What was the boy doing, grouching and frowning?

He vanished from the wall he'd been walking along, reappeared quite close to the frown-face boy. "Good cheer is not for everyone, but it doesn't stay away unless you have a reason."

[spaceflyboy]

Duo startled for a second, looking around before his eyes fell upon the colorful, grinning cat. Talking cat. Like talking hedgehogs and talking echidnas. Weird. That's basically the gist, right?

Spite the fact he had to relearn everything and the fact that everything came down to the fact that this place was like a nightmare.. he sighed.

"What do you mean?" He asked, good cheer is not for everyone.. Okay, got it.. "Look, I think you got the wrong idea, also, talking cat. What's up with that?"

[feline_nonsense]

Cat's fur rippled as he stepped neatly--albeit warily--closer. That was the thing with furless... you never could be absolutely sure they wouldn't just swat at you with their hands or feet or large utensils simply because they could. Or were uninterested in sharing their milk.

"I mean as I say, and say as I mean," Cat replied, fur flickering through a series of amused pinks and blues before settling again into his customary gray. "I don't have the wrong idea, I have many right ones--one for every occasion. Stuck in a sulk, shopping in bulk... unhappiness is telling if you're a Cat, and it clings to you like marmalade on a Doormouse."

[spaceflyboy]

That thing was just plain freaky. It was a acid trip cat. "Are you real?" Duo asked incredibly, squinting his eyes at the purple, creepy as hell cat.

Okay, not it was normal. He placed a hand to his head. "Okay, You know what? I'm sad.. Know what? I just realized I'm more crazy then I thought. So I'll humor you. I've got girl problems, got it? Who doesn't?"

[feline_nonsense]

"What is real, what is not? Mix the right elixir and anything's imaginary," Cat replied dryly, flicking a tattered ear and letting the gold ring glitter as his grin widened. "Alice had a bottle marked 'Drink Me.' I've not been in this real world long, but observations show that there are plenty of liquid equivalents."

Drink and drugs and droplets of poison, that did the trick in this funny real world.

At any rate, this boy's riddle was not so difficult to unravel. "Everyone has girl problems," he repeated, singsong. "Mine are not so complex--certainly not matters of the heart, rather of the mind. Where she exists, you see, so then do I."

He tilted his head. "It is a much more difficult girl problem to overcome."