136th. st.

[not_avampire]

[Voice Post]

Oh, dear Christ. I think... I think a need an adult.

Because the irony of being eaten by my own cat is way too poetic or whateverthefuck for me to properly appreciate right now.

...help.

[/Voice Post]

Comments

[ohrosalita]

...I'll get my cowboy boots.

[not_avampire]

...this isn't funny. I'm in grave danger, here. About to become an evolutionary dead-end.

[ohrosalita]

I guess it's a good thing Corny's well fed. Do you want me to mousesit?

[not_avampire]

Yeah, he'll just bite me in half.

...if you don't mind?

[ohrosalita]

You could've run around a little, got him some exercise.

...You're going to survive 'til I get there, right?

[not_avampire]

I'm not so fast a runner, either.

D is already here. Can he, uh... drop me off at your place?

[ohrosalita]

Is Corny?

Sure, and I've shut the cats in Arion's room. They like moulting on his things the most.

[not_avampire]

Corny is bigger. Longer legs. I'm at an evolutionary disadvantage, okay?

Cats shed.

[ohrosalita]

So it's true what they say about short guys having attitudes.

[not_avampire]

...how about guys getting chased around by cats being a little freaked out?

Sorry.

[ohrosalita]

Don't be sorry. I'll... get you some crackers.

[not_avampire]

Okay, I'm not sorry.

Lettice, maybe?

[ohrosalita]

You're a little mouse vegetarian? I think we've got something in the salad compartment.

[not_avampire]

Well, just. If I don'r have to eat meat, I guess I'd rather avoid it. But whatever you can manage, I don't wanna put you out or anything.

[ohrosalita]

I'll find you a feast, Cal. A tiny, tiny, feast.

[not_avampire]

...Thank you.