JGoB, Thursday Afternoon
Stark had been headed to JGoB because, well, he was Stark and that was just the sort of thing he did. Nothing unusual there. Getting hit with a ball was unusual though, and when a tiny kitten came out of the ball that was even more unusual.
He had smiled at it and continued walking only to have it attach itself to his ankle with all its claws and teeth. "Ow," he said, reaching down to detach it before resuming walking. This process was repeated and finally he reached down to pick it up. It immediately started purring loudly.
"Fine. No baked goods," he told it, mock-sternly. They probably weren't good for cats. "But you can come. I suppose."
That was how Stark came to be seated at a table with a cupcake, a tiny dish of cream, and a kitten in front of him. Like you do.
[I just think Stark and a kitten would be the cutest thing. The cutest. Open for your pastry and/or alien needs or whims.]
He had smiled at it and continued walking only to have it attach itself to his ankle with all its claws and teeth. "Ow," he said, reaching down to detach it before resuming walking. This process was repeated and finally he reached down to pick it up. It immediately started purring loudly.
"Fine. No baked goods," he told it, mock-sternly. They probably weren't good for cats. "But you can come. I suppose."
That was how Stark came to be seated at a table with a cupcake, a tiny dish of cream, and a kitten in front of him. Like you do.
[I just think Stark and a kitten would be the cutest thing. The cutest. Open for your pastry and/or alien needs or whims.]