(no subject)
Fear, patrons of Milliways, for a cat is stalking through the bar; in and out of chair- and table- and people-legs, a silent and deadly white shadow.
It may twine briefly about your ankle, friendly, unassuming. (It's all a lie.)
It may curl up, warm, on your lap for a while. (It only allows you to serve it.)
It may purr at your touch, melting bonelessly into your hand with a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. (It can pull away anytime it wants. Really.)
Tonight it means business.
Tiny, delicate-pawed death stalks the bar. Fear.
(ooc: Mun must sleep. Will return tags tomorrow! <3)
It may twine briefly about your ankle, friendly, unassuming. (It's all a lie.)
It may curl up, warm, on your lap for a while. (It only allows you to serve it.)
It may purr at your touch, melting bonelessly into your hand with a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. (It can pull away anytime it wants. Really.)
Tonight it means business.
Tiny, delicate-pawed death stalks the bar. Fear.
(ooc: Mun must sleep. Will return tags tomorrow! <3)