[Thread] ★ Evǝrywherǝ ⋆ und ⋆ Nowhǝre ★

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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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[bellsofhell]

Well...this was an interesting sight. The kitten was resting, and he was ever on the prowl as he most often was. With a night as nice as this, it was perfect for a nice walk. And what did he find? A nice little kitten with an affinity for bells.

Jingle, went the tiny bells situated atop his long stalks of hair, with a valiant toss of his massive head.

His zanpakuto resting at his side, he looked at it. No need to draw it. Licking one long canine, he smirked, and flicked his head to send the bells all a-jingle again. The least he could do was amuse a cat-- there wasn't too much else to do for the moment. The hunt could wait.

"Didn't expect you to be out here," came his deep voice, massive form stalking a bit closer, the least threatening pose he could manage. Eyes cold, calculating, yet somewhat curious, he chuckled. "Comfy?"

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Jingle-jingle-jingle-- A single black feline ear aflick-flick-flicks at the rousing sound of bells-Ahh it was to early for Christmas to be around-no jolly man with a full sack of knickknacks and broom to beat naughty children…but even so, curiosity baited the feline-boy and slowly one sliver of red opened underneath his bangs to observe a not-so-jolly shadow drawing in his direction.

Arms maneuvered around, pressing palms flat to the concrete slab which had been his bed- with a push he was sitting up again, legs shifting to hang over the bit of broken stone as black feline ears perked and awareness flooded those eyes out from the drowsiness that had claimed them only moments before.

And there he was- that Big- Bad- Wolf-with his jingling silver bell glory.

A amused smile painted along the blonde’s lips as he was able to put two and two together, “Ahh~? Ich ‘live’ in zis place…Not zo comfy...You are- ‘zee Wulf ja?” The boy’s head tipped as more and more curiosity began to fill his mind-and as he waited for confirmation...his eyes

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Slowly sighing, amused by the cat-like boy's antics, Kenpachi very slowly extended his arms, willing to catch him. "C'mon, come see 'em, kitten," he gave in. "But if you steal them, you're going to lose lives until I get 'em back," he warned.

Somehow, he couldn't help be very amused with Schrodinger. A small ball of blond fluff, he seemed...pretty pleasant for a kid. At least he had a neat accent, and eyes almost as crazy as his own.

And so, here the great Kenpachi Zaraki stood, arms extended to catch the kitten, or else the boy might get impaled on his bell-tipped spikes. Or fall on his shoulders, one of the two.

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It was odd really, how everyone around him well…save for Nataku had the habit of calling him kitten-oh wait there was that one white-haired old man guy who chucked him out a window who referred to him as cat. Well he was to blame he supposed, referring to himself as der katze while he spammed other people over the network

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Tilting his head so the small bells jingled, he gazed up at the cat, reaching up to inspect his ear. Finding it to be pleasantly soft, he gave it a pet, then a few soft back-and-forth strokes.

"I wear it so people know where I am, more or less," Kenny murmured in a lazy drawl as he normally spoke in. "When I fight, it gives people an advantage," he explained further. "They don't take it, that's their life."

Schrodinger's weight was almost nothing on his shoulder, but before the cat fell and busted his ass or something, he shifted him a bit so he'd have better footing.

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Momentarily distracted to the touch to one of his feline ears, the child dipped into the contact much like any cat would at the prospect of maybe getting his neck scratched before his attention- peeked at another ripple of jungles spawned from the man’s head shifting. He reached again, clothed white finger pads just barely coming into contact with one of those very tiny bells.

“Unn….Ahh zo they pin you out ja? Und know your comink’ or somezing?” the child giving a few more swipes at the bells decided to settled down, scrambling alittle before taking a comfortable seat on the massive man’s shoulder-arms lifting up to fold behind the back of his blond head in a stretch as he smiled, “You zeem nice though you don’t look it-ich surprised mister wulf ist not zome kind oft rabid animal~”.

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Watching Schrodinger calmly, he reached upward, giving the kitten what he wanted-- a nice scratch on his chin, wondering if he might purr. He couldn't help feel rather...amused at his antics. This kid wasn't bad at all.

"Yeah," Kenny explained a little further. "That I'm coming, where I am, things like that."

At the kitten's other comment, the massive man just chuckled. "I can be rabid if I want. Other times, I'm just waiting to strike," the Shinigami hummed, stroking one finger up and down Schrodinger's chin and neck.

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As soon as he felt those fingers scratch against his neck, the blond brat was leaning into it-distracted from trying to sneak one of those bells that’s off one of his never-ending lives. Eyes closed as those black furred ears would flatten a little in a induced laziness. As for his perception of the Wolf, anyone who was scary yet treated him with many pets and neck scratches was A-OK in the living paradox’s book.

“Haa..zat zo? Hmm Ich ‘vant to ‘vatch you fight! ‘Zat zounds like much much ‘vun!” The red eyes reopened, glinting a little with reflective light from a dying street lamp kinked against it’s base, “Can Ich?! Vleas! Vvvllleaas!?”.

“Ich promise not to get in your vay!” He continued latching his gloved ‘paws’ against the massive man’s shoulder to give a small push against it in urging.

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"Whelp. If you can stay low and out of the way...I'm sure you could. I'll make sure you know if I go after someone," murmured Kenny, all-too-amused at the kitten's lazy demeanor.

Shifting Schrodinger onto his waist, propping him up with his arm, he moved to sit on a thick slab of concrete.

"So tell me, kitten," murmured Kenny, stretching out one leg as he reached up to lazily stroke at the blond cat's ears. "What's a tiny thing like you doin' all the way out here?"

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The small frame wobbled just slightly as the massive trunk of the living death-god hunkered himself down into a more comfortable position. Black ears perking as Schrödinger was given permission, which of course was nice~ Either way he would have stalked the pointy haired bell wearing wolf. It wasn’t like the little brat paradox could be stopped in those matters

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Comfortably, Kenny listened to the accented voice, head tipped backward in an upward motion as his legs stretched below.

"Really, now," he laughed. Wicked teeth peeled back into a massive grin that could send animals running scared. "You sound like me. Though...I stay here. Even if I wanted to move, those blockades would do nothin' t'hold me," drawled Kenny, tapping one sandaled foot on the sandy concrete slab so it made a soft scraping noise.

And for a while, he stopped rubbing at Schrodinger's ears and chin, lest the poor kitten fall off and lose a life, which wouldn't be too pretty. He had nothing against him, really. Instead, he looked at him with a little grin, and just chuckled. "At least it's fun to wander, am I right?"

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With the fingers departing from the column of his neck, Schrödinger straightened up and solidified his perch, palms once more clasping to the clothed flesh under him as he childishly swung his feet back and forth

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"Ah," Kenny murmured in his state of usual indifference, licking one elongated canine in content. "Whelp, at least you got somethin' t'do," he added, rolling the shoulder not supporting the kitten

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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

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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."

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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