Characters: Train and
vatheonLocation: Somewhere on the streets
Time: Early afternoon
Style: [First, please? |D]
Status: Open!
Damn it, you again!? I told you before: you can't have it! It's mine! Go away!
[Disturbing the peace for stupid things: Train's #1 skill.
He's just standing in front of a store, holding a bottle of milk above his head. If this is familiar to anyone, he's even facing the
same nemesis. Stupid cat. :T
... However, he's not in the same mood as he was back then, so after a few moments of having a staring contest with the cat, he sighs.]
Hold on a moment, okay?
[And with that, he heads back into the store. After a few minutes, he exits, holding a bowl, which he places on the ground and pours some of the milk into. Watching the cat lap it up, he sighs again.]
Geez, that stuff isn't even good for you, y'know? Don't blame me if you get sick...