Time to raise some havoc. [Complete]

[mad_grins]

Characters: The Cheshire Cat and whoever wants to play with him
Content: A certain feline finds himself in a most peculiar place...
Setting: Near Vanaheim
Time: Thursday, twilight
Warnings: Nekidness. Nothing is described, though.

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[mad_grins]

"And why is that?"

He cocked his head slightly, a very catlike gesture, and flicked an ear in the direction of Larxene's hand, though that was all the acknowledgement he gave to it. His lazy grin remained though, and his bony tail flicked idly.

[pride_ablaze]

But before Larxene could answer this last question, a tall man with short blond hair and a suspicious frown emerged with one final shove from the crowd surrounding the Vanaheim gate. A few half-hearted cries of, "Hey, watch it!" and such could be heard from the otherwise mellow crowd as Seifer took a few steps away from the group and leaned himself up against a pillar nearby

To The Cheshire Cat and Seifer~

[dominant]

"...You know very well why," she bit back to Cheshire, looking at Seifer in the corner of her eye. Her hand twitched as she saw him stare at her and the strange cat-man. Her head turned in Seifer's direction after she heard his idiotic mockery.

"...Nobody likes a hypocrite," she said to him, a smirk slowly emerging from the expressionless face. "This isn't any of your business." Like she'd let some stupid fucker come out of nowhere and insult someone.

That was her job.

~ XII

Re: To The Cheshire Cat and Seifer~

[pride_ablaze]

"Oh, sorry..." Seifer said, his voice dripping with arrogance as he put his hands up in mock defense and took a step closer. "I didn't mean to interrupt your cryptic little riddles," he assured Larxene a little too melodramatically to be taken seriously. He had been half-listening to the last few lines of the conversation and, frankly, found it quite stupid.

"I would ask you who the hell you think you are," Seifer added, his mocking grin growing a bit, "but after hearing what this catboy said, I'm almost afraid of how you'd answer."

The comment wasn't meant maliciously, although it most likely came across that way. In all honesty, Seifer was bored... and it had been a while since his last good verbal duel, anyway. This new woman seemed like a worthy opponent, Seifer arrogantly told himself, and to him it was all for the sake of his own entertainment, anyway. He didn't really know what Larxene made of the concept of an impending exchange... and honestly? He didn't really care all that much.

Re: To The Cheshire Cat and Seifer~

[dominant]

His mocking voice was pissing her off. It was really pissing her off. Sure, she'd like to stick it in his face and tell the fucker who she was, but that would spoil all of the fun now, wouldn't it? We wouldn't want that, now.

"...Wouldn't you like to know? You're a cocky little bastard, now, aren't you?" she retorted smartly, putting a hand on her hip, the unoccupied one at the ready. Her daggers were itching to pierce through the skin of her hand and be ready for use. Even though he obviously wasn't a threat, his stupidity was getting to her like a bad cavity.

The anorexic cat that stood behind her looked like a manic cat now, his grin beaming at them. She shuddered for a second. Her body language, on the other hand, was clearly saying "bring it on" to Seifer.

Eh. Maybe some coffee would help her cool off a bit.

~ XII.