[Thread] ★ Evǝrywherǝ ⋆ und ⋆ Nowhǝre ★

[thecat_cameback]

So he continued to doze with the children's rhyme in his head depicting the many failed attempts at the destruction of a certain house cat and it's inability of staying dead-- or away- and the many deaths that lead in the felines wake in each and every attempt made at it. Maybe he was selfish to be thinking only of himself-- but well, when did

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[bellsofhell]

Well...this was an interesting sight. The kitten was resting, and he was ever on the prowl as he most often was. With a night as nice as this, it was perfect for a nice walk. And what did he find? A nice little kitten with an affinity for bells.

Jingle, went the tiny bells situated atop his long stalks of hair, with a valiant toss of his massive head.

His zanpakuto resting at his side, he looked at it. No need to draw it. Licking one long canine, he smirked, and flicked his head to send the bells all a-jingle again. The least he could do was amuse a cat-- there wasn't too much else to do for the moment. The hunt could wait.

"Didn't expect you to be out here," came his deep voice, massive form stalking a bit closer, the least threatening pose he could manage. Eyes cold, calculating, yet somewhat curious, he chuckled. "Comfy?"

[thecat_cameback]

Jingle-jingle-jingle-- A single black feline ear aflick-flick-flicks at the rousing sound of bells-Ahh it was to early for Christmas to be around-no jolly man with a full sack of knickknacks and broom to beat naughty children…but even so, curiosity baited the feline-boy and slowly one sliver of red opened underneath his bangs to observe a not-so-jolly shadow drawing in his direction.

Arms maneuvered around, pressing palms flat to the concrete slab which had been his bed- with a push he was sitting up again, legs shifting to hang over the bit of broken stone as black feline ears perked and awareness flooded those eyes out from the drowsiness that had claimed them only moments before.

And there he was- that Big- Bad- Wolf-with his jingling silver bell glory.

A amused smile painted along the blonde’s lips as he was able to put two and two together, “Ahh~? Ich ‘live’ in zis place…Not zo comfy...You are- ‘zee Wulf ja?” The boy’s head tipped as more and more curiosity began to fill his mind-and as he waited for confirmation...his eyes

[bellsofhell]

Slowly sighing, amused by the cat-like boy's antics, Kenpachi very slowly extended his arms, willing to catch him. "C'mon, come see 'em, kitten," he gave in. "But if you steal them, you're going to lose lives until I get 'em back," he warned.

Somehow, he couldn't help be very amused with Schrodinger. A small ball of blond fluff, he seemed...pretty pleasant for a kid. At least he had a neat accent, and eyes almost as crazy as his own.

And so, here the great Kenpachi Zaraki stood, arms extended to catch the kitten, or else the boy might get impaled on his bell-tipped spikes. Or fall on his shoulders, one of the two.

[thecat_cameback]

It was odd really, how everyone around him well…save for Nataku had the habit of calling him kitten-oh wait there was that one white-haired old man guy who chucked him out a window who referred to him as cat. Well he was to blame he supposed, referring to himself as der katze while he spammed other people over the network

[bellsofhell]

"You bet," hummed Kenny with a low pleased sound. "When the blood spatters just right..." he sighed, shuddering, the entire motion going down his spine. "It's fantastic."

Slowly, he lowered his hand, stroking Schrodinger's hair. A kid after his own heart, so it seemed. What he lacked in strength, he made up for with all the cunning of a true cat. And his lust for blood was heart-warming.

With a deep sigh, tendrils of mist leaving his mouth in the cooling air, he looked to the side at the kitten. "One of these days. I promise. I'll take you out, and show you how a wolf kills."