No place like home. Yours that is. [Very Open]

[nocathere]

Characters: Cheshire (nocathere), Anyone whose mun wants their room invaded. 
Location: In your room.
Rating: PG-13, I'm guessing some people might have a desire to be cursing at him so...
Time: October 14, any time
Description: Cheshire is slipping in through open windows and cracked doors and taking naps on people's things.

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[anchorsurfs]

While a land breeze paled in comparison to the sea breezes he was used to, it was a nice change. Motochika had left all his windows open as widely as he could get them (after spending a few moments puzzling over it).

He himself was seated in front of the television that had been taken apart to expose the circuitry inside. He was going to figure out how these things worked no matter how long it took! It would have been a good advantage for him to learn some things in the future as it would give him an edge in his own war when he returned.

[nocathere]

A few moments later Cheshire discovered his next target. He made his way up and inside. He was perfectly capable of slinking in shadows and hiding himself, but he saw no need for such action. Instead he walked right in, as if he owned the place, and settled onto a couch. It was all up to Motochika if he noticed Cheshire or not.

[anchorsurfs]

He poked at it for a few more moments before letting out a noise of frustration. He had barely made any progress in figuring out how things worked in.

Motochika stood up, stretching a little, he had been sitting down for quite a while now. He was about to walk into the kitchen for some refreshments when he spied Cheshire. "...When'd you get here?" He uttered to himself.

[nocathere]

"When I walked through the window." he responded quite casually.

[anchorsurfs]

Motochika's lone eye widened in surprise. Did the cat just...? But that was impossible, wasn't it? He was then reminded of the other supposedly impossible things that had occurred. He shouldn't have been able to travel hundreds of years into the future and to another country, people shouldn't have been able to turn into Weapons for other people to use, but he had seen that it was possible so why shouldn't a cat be able to talk?

Regaining his composure, he chuckled. "Guess that was a little obvious. Hey cat, want something to eat?"

[nocathere]

Cheshire jumped down off the couch and walked over to Motochika. Looking up with his usual grin he quipped, "It depends on what something, and what it's eating!"

Sorry for the late, I've been having difficulty with prose tags lately ;;

[anchorsurfs]

He could only speak English because of BREW, but he was sure that the cat was deliberately speaking in circles.

"Fish, and it's not eating anything 'cause it's dead." If there was one thing he had a lot of, it was seafood.

it's okay!

[nocathere]

Cheshire was perfectly okay with having a lot of seafood. "I can be the something, and I can eat the fish then!"

[anchorsurfs]

Motochika chuckled in amusement. "Let me go get it then." Once he had gotten over the fact that the fridge was something that was continued to be cold and made cat like purring noises, he realised how useful it was. He didn't trust those small cans that claimed to contain fish so he tended to buy his food in bulk and handled it all himself.

He retrieved a small fillet and placed it on a dish in front of Cheshire. "Eat up."

[nocathere]

Cheshire smiled up at Motochika, and stood on his front paws over the food. He shifted onto one paw and began eating up.