She's sitting on her bed with her back to the door; but since he's being anal, she turns, making sure to keep her legs crossed -- so as to disturb the kitten on her lap as little as possible.]
Stop acting like you're shy or something. Come in.
He opens the door and walks in, stopping in his tracks as soon as he spots the beast that burdened all mankind. Because, as it is well-known, cats don't sleep, they wait, and that's not a Chuck Norris joke, but a total damn truth.
Its "cute" orange shading and pink nose, its growing whiskers and tail, its tiny paws don't do anything for John. He's not on par with someone who'd put a bag of kittens in a blizzard to freeze, definitely not, but he's in no way a fan.
He simply stares for a while, his tie falling flat.
A look from kitten to Jill, from Jill to kitten, to kitten to floor, and he's left the room without a word.]
I hate that guy.
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She glances down, below the tablet, and then appears to shift moods slightly.]
...By the way, do you have any allergies?
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Just bullshit.
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Good. Then come in here when you get a chance.
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Please tell me this isn't some secret food fetish.
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That isn't even going to get A Look, like it might have once.]
Why do you always assume something out of the ordinary is fetish-related?
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That word's really old and pretty broad, you can use it for most anything.
As long as it doesn't involve something messy, sure.
[And that'll be him in a moment, slightly opening the door without looking in.]
Sup?
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She's sitting on her bed with her back to the door; but since he's being anal, she turns, making sure to keep her legs crossed -- so as to disturb the kitten on her lap as little as possible.]
Stop acting like you're shy or something. Come in.
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He opens the door and walks in, stopping in his tracks as soon as he spots the beast that burdened all mankind. Because, as it is well-known, cats don't sleep, they wait, and that's not a Chuck Norris joke, but a total damn truth.
Its "cute" orange shading and pink nose, its growing whiskers and tail, its tiny paws don't do anything for John. He's not on par with someone who'd put a bag of kittens in a blizzard to freeze, definitely not, but he's in no way a fan.
He simply stares for a while, his tie falling flat.
A look from kitten to Jill, from Jill to kitten, to kitten to floor, and he's left the room without a word.]
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what
what the hell was--]
John?
John, come here!
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But all he can say is, standing in the hallway:]
Nope, I'm not dealing with a cat. Not my thing, it better not come in my room and piss all over the wall.
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Come on, what d'you have against them? [petting it defensively now, jerk]
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