[It was a lovely morning, full of promise and potential and snacks, and Nyanpire had just begun to stroll down the street where he lived to see what there was to see.
There was apparently some guy in his pajamas to see.]
...Nyaa! You should put some slippurrs on! It's getting chilly-chilly.
[ Despite the fact that Golbez is well-acquainted with the concept of talking rabbits, he has never seen a talking cat before. So this gives him pause. ]
Er... I'm sure I'll be fine.
[ He's walked around on the moon barefoot, he's sure he can handle an unfamiliar city. ]
[Man, he must have some epic callouses Nyanpire is familiar with that look. That "why is a cat talking to me?" look. At least on this guy, it's milder than most people.
This is good!]
I'm Nyanpire! Imma cat, and Imma vampire.
[He gives his little wings a flap, and bares his fangs for demonstration.]
Golbez! [He bursts into giggles. That's a funny name! Fun to say.]
...nyaa? You wanna knyow about Mayfield? [He sits, and taps his little fuzzy chin with a forepaw.] It has people from all over. Lots and lots. Most are nice! Some are mean... We can't go home. We're stuck. We have to play pretend that we live here and work here.
[Nyanpire continues to think hard. HARD. Did he ever hear the answers to some of these questions? Maybe he hadn't...]
....I dunnyo, but it's bad? People take it pretty serious! If you don't go home for three days, or if you're bad, or... or if the town is just mean... you become a drone, nyaa! They make you act boring and weird!
A drone... So that's what those people are called. [ But they can't go... oh, he must mean the houses they're expected to live in. A nice and tidy little set of rules to keep everyone in line.
While Golbez doesn't intend to play by this town's rules, he also rather dislikes the idea of becoming one of those "drones". He'll have to be very careful. ]
There was apparently some guy in his pajamas to see.]
...Nyaa! You should put some slippurrs on! It's getting chilly-chilly.
[He does love being helpful.]
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Er... I'm sure I'll be fine.
[ He's walked around on the moon barefoot, he's sure he can handle an unfamiliar city. ]
Just what are you?
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Nyanpire is familiar with that look. That "why is a cat talking to me?" look. At least on this guy, it's milder than most people.
This is good!]
I'm Nyanpire! Imma cat, and Imma vampire.
[He gives his little wings a flap, and bares his fangs for demonstration.]
...who're you, nyaa?
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My name is [ a slight pause ] Golbez. Nyanpire, what can you tell me about Mayfield?
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...nyaa? You wanna knyow about Mayfield? [He sits, and taps his little fuzzy chin with a forepaw.] It has people from all over. Lots and lots. Most are nice! Some are mean... We can't go home. We're stuck. We have to play pretend that we live here and work here.
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Stuck. Golbez isn't one to usually show much emotion, but he's clearly shocked at that revelation. ] What will happen if we don't "play pretend"?
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....I dunnyo, but it's bad? People take it pretty serious! If you don't go home for three days, or if you're bad, or... or if the town is just mean... you become a drone, nyaa! They make you act boring and weird!
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While Golbez doesn't intend to play by this town's rules, he also rather dislikes the idea of becoming one of those "drones". He'll have to be very careful. ]
Thank you for the warning.
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[Nyanpire looks quite pleased with himself. He helped! He was helpful!]
...I'm gonnya go get some breakfast. [..he's small, he's ruled by his appetites, and he could really go for some toast. He starts to pad away.]
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