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Gideon was not an animal person.
It was a fact that hadn't changed since he came here, despite plenty of the fuckers running around the island. Still, he made exceptions when the animals were owned by people he actually gave a shit about, Eden's most of all. He'd gotten used to Origami by now and tolerated Mr. Muggles (though the urge to punt him was still very much alive when he started yapping), but there was a difference between dealing with an animal and actually watching one.
Ever since Grigg disappeared - another fucking bullshit move by the island, big surprise - Gideon had been trying to actually be as helpful as he could. A lot of the times that meant just hanging out with her. Today, however, it meant he had cat duty while she went out for a while. He'd been in the Compound when she was handed over a while ago, and he'd hoped the cat would just entertain itself with the other cats or whatever. Of course that shit didn't happen, and he spent a good part of the day with her sleeping on his stomach while he sprawled out on one of the couches to read some random book he'd grabbed from the bookshelf. It worked almost as well, though he had to give a couple of people looks when he thought they were looking at him weird.
Anything else he had to do, though, was still shit he was iffy on. She eventually started acting like she fucking wanted something. When trying to lazily play with her didn't work, he took her into the kitchen to feed her. She weaved between his legs as he walked, nearly tripping him twice as he cut up some leftover meat. He still had no idea what she liked, so he figured he'd just give her a bunch of choices.
"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" he asked the cat, looking down at her as she put her forepaws on his leg as he finished up making the food. He put the plate down next to her before she fucking ripped up his skin with her dagger claws, and she immediately went to the plate to see what she'd been given. The pat on the head he gave her was something brief and affectionate, though - not that he'd ever fucking admit that.
Leaning against the counter, he watched the cat gobble up what she'd been given. It'd at least keep her quiet for a while.
[OOC: Find him at any time during the post - he's got Eden's cat with him, obviously. New and old welcome, as always.]
It was a fact that hadn't changed since he came here, despite plenty of the fuckers running around the island. Still, he made exceptions when the animals were owned by people he actually gave a shit about, Eden's most of all. He'd gotten used to Origami by now and tolerated Mr. Muggles (though the urge to punt him was still very much alive when he started yapping), but there was a difference between dealing with an animal and actually watching one.
Ever since Grigg disappeared - another fucking bullshit move by the island, big surprise - Gideon had been trying to actually be as helpful as he could. A lot of the times that meant just hanging out with her. Today, however, it meant he had cat duty while she went out for a while. He'd been in the Compound when she was handed over a while ago, and he'd hoped the cat would just entertain itself with the other cats or whatever. Of course that shit didn't happen, and he spent a good part of the day with her sleeping on his stomach while he sprawled out on one of the couches to read some random book he'd grabbed from the bookshelf. It worked almost as well, though he had to give a couple of people looks when he thought they were looking at him weird.
Anything else he had to do, though, was still shit he was iffy on. She eventually started acting like she fucking wanted something. When trying to lazily play with her didn't work, he took her into the kitchen to feed her. She weaved between his legs as he walked, nearly tripping him twice as he cut up some leftover meat. He still had no idea what she liked, so he figured he'd just give her a bunch of choices.
"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" he asked the cat, looking down at her as she put her forepaws on his leg as he finished up making the food. He put the plate down next to her before she fucking ripped up his skin with her dagger claws, and she immediately went to the plate to see what she'd been given. The pat on the head he gave her was something brief and affectionate, though - not that he'd ever fucking admit that.
Leaning against the counter, he watched the cat gobble up what she'd been given. It'd at least keep her quiet for a while.
[OOC: Find him at any time during the post - he's got Eden's cat with him, obviously. New and old welcome, as always.]