[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 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.

Those reflective eyes darted down, momentarily distracted by the movement of those arms that reached in his direction- he had to admit, this scary big bad wolf with his twisted smile and crazed eyes-didn’t look like the friendly type-or the harmless type--- and where any other little kid would have probably skittered and bolted from the man- the fearless Schrödinger stood tall!...at least on the slab of concrete he was standing on.

Eagerly to get a better look at those ‘toys’ in Schrödinger’s eyes he cracked a grin before suddenly springing forward-boots actually connecting onto one of those tree-trunk strong arms and bounding off that to clamber up a shoulder till he was standing-much like a parrot on the wolf’s shoulder. He knelt a little, wobbling in a place as white clothed fingers lingered outwards in a little reach to closest bell--- either to bat at it or to perhaps steal it-but which ever was unknown.

“Oi oi--! Vhy do you ‘vhere dis things?”

[bellsofhell]

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.

Keeping his comfy seat on that shoulder- palms compressing to the arm under either side of his hips, those military shoes lightly swayed in the air in small slow wags, yes--- this man made a very nice perch for himself. Up here he could see a little further- and those red light reflective eyes could easily pick out the moving shadows of life slinking about the rubble scavenging for god knows what.

A single furred ear would slant to the side as he heard the wolf’s deepened voice in it’s relaxed drawl question something about why he-a little feline-esque chip was out in the middle of hell. The blonde little nazi opened his mouth to speak sharpened canines exposed - but he stammered voice being gurgled a little as distraction came from the light scratch came to his skull. Eyes closed and the child was tipping into that hand, almost dangerously that it threatened he might fall right off that shoulder into the bone splitting rubble of cracked bricks below. “Uhnnn----! ‘Vhy?” Lazily a sliver of red opened underneath the shadows cast by his bangs, “Un-Ich live here-‘vell, Ich live anyvare Ich want but ‘zis ‘ist the place Schrödinger is ‘supposed’ to be-by the lawz ‘zat ist…’Vut Schro goes ‘vhere he ‘vants~ Blockades or not~” True of course, many times Schrödinger would just place himself in a nice rich sap’s house while they were out- eat from they’re fridge wander around-watch TV maybe fall asleep for a cozy cat nap on a black leather upholstered couch-of course he usually left a mess behind~ Just because-well..it was fun.

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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.

The child’s head canted to the side, dark eyes that had watched Neo Genesis slowly shape around him over so many countless years of existence focused in on that maw, wander…? Schrödinger certainly didn’t wander- he was everywhere and no where in between but-he didn’t boast this fact-probably the first time he resisted flaunting it. Lately no one could understand when he tried to explain so-what was the point in going through the words if they weren’t going to be taken in?

Of course…Schrödinger wasn’t very good at explaining it either, not that he’d ever admit that to himself. Lips pursed eyes closing as he appeared to mull over his answer, “ Ich don’t wander, Schrödinger alvayz haz’ a purpose to ‘vhere he goes” he explained nodding that head of his.

“Hnn doez za wulf play in za arena?” Inquiring as his childish and feline-ish curiosity got the better of him.

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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.

At Schrodinger's next question, Kenny cocked his head to the side, gazing upward. Sure, he'd heard of the place...sure, he'd even walked by it, and the scent was tempting. Stale sweat on concrete, blood and saliva, and the sheer mix of testosterone and dust. It was enough to send him frothing. But when he thought on it...

"Nah. I haven't. I should," he grumbled, brows furrowing on his streamlined forehead, nose crinkling. "That place smells fuckin' divine."

Now to most, it probably reeked to high heaven. But blood and Kenny went very well together, and the feeling of bones smashing under his bare hand was like a drug, slowly ebbing through his system to make him want more. The thought made him smile, and move his hand to stroke the base of the kitten's tail in thought. Ah, how lovely it would be...bare-foot, bare-fist...toe-to-toe, blood spraying.

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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.

“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."

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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 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~?”.