[Thread] ★ Evǝrywherǝ ⋆ und ⋆ Nowhǝre ★

[thecat_cameback]

So he continued to doze with the children's rhyme in his head depicting the many failed attempts at the destruction of a certain house cat and it's inability of staying dead-- or away- and the many deaths that lead in the felines wake in each and every attempt made at it. Maybe he was selfish to be thinking only of himself-- but well, when did

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[thecat_cameback]

It was then a hooked sharpened Cheshire grin sliced slowly up the enigmatic child’s face, shadows concealing over that faux innocence, sharpened teeth grinning as red dots of reflected light shown through as the living paradox’s mind turned onto more darker subjects and fun objectives he had recently. Those red glowing dots rotated in a slow slant down to the gargantuan sadomasochist man of muscle. For a split second the air seemed to cool a few more degrees or perhaps it was the fact Kenpachi here had a sharpened Cheshire cat grinning on his shoulder, a little messenger of chaos, perched contently like some bird whispering away in childish glee.

“Vhat to know ‘vhat my last job ‘vas?” Ok- so Schrödinger was a child (in mind anyway), and children when they’re proud tend to flaunt whatever it is that gives them that puffed up chest of pride. The Nazi didn’t wait for any confirmation that Kenpachi would want to hear, much less care about whatever this spastic little feline had to say.

“Ya know ‘zat Joker man- running around~ Poppin’ outta any place they try ta lock ‘em up in?” Sharpened teeth held that fused grin as those unblinking glowing crimson dots stared down at the bell haired Shinigami, he was…practically jeering, not at the Death God-more at humanity, digits curling into tight tensed excited fists against his lap.

“Ich helped him escape- Ich got him out--- und ‘zat vas Schrödinger’s type of vun Zat- und watching zat officers und guards get slaughtered up! It vas zooo much vun! Huuu…zo bad that couldn’t get broadcast- Schrödinger would be zo popular by now….” The boy finally lost that otherworldly creepy face, sinking his chest forward to allow a ray of flickering pale artificial streetlamp light to lighten up his face to that happy innocent big red eyed child-a content happy cat face on as lips curled upwards in a rounded ‘w’ shape. Ahh it was nice to tell someone….Even if potentially this man didn’t care.

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"Aaah...so that spiel was your doing!" laughed the hulking mass of Shinigami, head tilted back, fangs bared wickedly. And if one could catch it, even for a moment, his eyes became gold. They normalized soon enough however, his long tongue lazily stroking over one tooth as he tended to do.

Reaching, rubbing at the long, jagged scar across his face, Kenpachi thought quietly to himself...then resolved in a resonating chuckle that could shake the very foundations of the concrete he sat upon. It didn't, of course.

"Naughty kitten," snickered Kenny, reaching to lazily give Schrodinger a praising scratch to the ear. That expression on the kitten's face alone had probably made his entire day, or what was left of it. "What fun you've created."

[thecat_cameback]

Those ego stroking words did more to inflate the grinning blonde’s ego, and all he can do is smile that sharpened feline grin of his; eyes turning down to the clearly amused stranger he had more properly met.

It was fun to talk about it all- fun to recall the spray of bodily fluids splattering against clean tiled floors-as he scampered after that bright white plastic smiling Harlequin.

“’Vell, I did have help…”

Voice heavy with that German tongue, it was true- oh so true- or perhaps it was the other way around? One had to have the intent of doing something in order to get help with it-but he…he was helping someone else-he was just along for the ride~ along for the gun smoke- alongforthechaos, because that was the only thing this stray-cat ate- and loved it-- and could never get full.

“Huu~”

The child’s legs swung again, as if the Death wielder God’s shoulder was some kind of large tree branch, lazily those sanguine hues flittered upwards to the ever spanning darkness of Abyss’s skyroofheavens. The boy open’s his mouth but nothing comes out, for the scratch grinding against one of his soft ears is enough to distract him, so instead a little happy hum vibrates past those lips.

“It ist all Ich lives for zees days…und ich can guess you live for fighting-neh? Or maybe…” Those swinging legs stilled, a digit lifting up to lightly tap at his chin as a half knowing half wondering perk comes to those tiers along his face- a smile,

“You-fight for zee kill…? Ja~?”.