03 - Yummy-Yummy Mayfield

[nyanpirenya]

[Action A | 1649 Albright Lane, morning]

[After a lovely breakfast of crunchy toast with strawberry jam, Nyanpire has gone out to get the mail. He's being helpful! It's good to be helpful! He hums to himself, mouth full of letters, and slips back inside to spit them out on the living room coffee table.]

...nyaa?

[But wait! There's a letter

Comments

B

[tenebrousking]

...

If you ask nicely, you can have a saucer of milk.

[tenebrousking]

[The blade-hand hovers slowly towards the paw...
Then bypasses it and goes for a headpoke. The blade retracts at the last moment so that Nyanpire isn't skewered and perhaps it is meant to be a headpat, but Bisharp doesn't seem to know how to deal with small creatures.]

[nyanpirenya]

Nyaa!

[A headpoke isn't a snuggle, and it's rather startling. Nyanpire jolts and scrambles back, still not sure what to think.

...since the pointiest parts of Bisharp seem retracted, he creeps back forward, and gives him a paw-tap on the head.]

There!

[tenebrousking]

[Bisharp barely blinks in response to this. Nyanpire is met by another prod to the head - somewhat softer this time.]

[nyanpirenya]

[That poke actually tickled! And Nyanpire laughs, holding his ground and feeling quite secure about it.]

You're funny, nyaa!

[tenebrousking]

[Bisharp seems to stiffen at that before its eyes slide upward into its helmet. It withdraws its hand.]

...

Have we had enough fun now?

[nyanpirenya]

[Nyanpire looks back to to the human, lowering his paw.]

...have we, nyaa?

[tenebrousking]

I suppose that depends on if you want to schedule a playdate.

[nyanpirenya]

[He blinked. He sat. He didn't really get it. And he looked to Bisharp, instead.]

Do you wanna play? What would we play, nyaa?

[tenebrousking]

Oh, bother.

[And Bisharp blinks back at Nyanpire. Stares for a few moments. Grunts.]

[nyanpirenya]

...that means no, doesn't it? Nyaa....

[His ears flatten and he droops. How sad. How disappointing...]

[tenebrousking]

[...To which Bisharp reaches down with both hands and scoops up the kitten.]

[nyanpirenya]

Nyaa! [He's not sure if this is good or bad! And he's not sure if squirming is the best of ideas, either, with this guy's pointy parts. So he makes a dejected, whining sound, and lets himself be lifted.]

[tenebrousking]

[And Bisharp will promptly place Nyanpire on his shoulder and stand up with another grunt.]

...Er.

[nyanpirenya]

Nyaa! [That's more of a happy exclamation than a startled on. Shoulders! Shoulders are good! Standing on shoulders is great.

He beams at Grimsley.]

We're friends! I mew it.

[tenebrousking]

[Grimsley looks horrified.]

Er. I must say, I don't think that's a particularly safe -- ...Do be careful of the blades.

[Bisharp looks satisfied.]