...that last tag has never been so apt.
[Maxie is displeased.
It's such a short time into his...tenure here. It's been, what, a few weeks? And apparently the island doesn't waste time in defying belief; it's made that plain already. It's provided some things that are useful; for example, he appreciates the jacket, though he can't tell if it's a new one or the old one was repaired somehow. It works, anyway.
What he doesn't appreciate are the sudden additions to his body that had simply...shown up one day in the form of sleek red ears and a tail, all of which looked better suited to a cat than a human. He found out in short order that ripping them off was not an option; while he had considered other options only to reject them, they've been present for over a week now and show no signs of being removed. And today he's decided that this is ridiculous. Enough is enough; he's going to handle this issue with the most efficient method he can think of.
The relatively small but very sharp-looking knife in his hand is a pretty good indication of exactly what this method is. The ears are going first.
He knows better than to do this in the middle of the CMA, though he's not terribly far from it; this is probably going to bleed, after all. He's not about to leave himself completely away from any sort of civilization while he's bleeding from the head, and he's probably going to want to get that...looked at after the fact.
Of course, he isn't getting very far. There's the small matter of physical reactions getting in the way; it's not that he exactly minds the pain, it's that there's a sense of natural recoil before he actually does anything and it's irritating him like hell. He inhales sharply through gritted teeth, drawing a darkly agitated hiss as he does so, before attempting again.
This will be much better once it's dealt with - assuming that he can even get started...]
It's such a short time into his...tenure here. It's been, what, a few weeks? And apparently the island doesn't waste time in defying belief; it's made that plain already. It's provided some things that are useful; for example, he appreciates the jacket, though he can't tell if it's a new one or the old one was repaired somehow. It works, anyway.
What he doesn't appreciate are the sudden additions to his body that had simply...shown up one day in the form of sleek red ears and a tail, all of which looked better suited to a cat than a human. He found out in short order that ripping them off was not an option; while he had considered other options only to reject them, they've been present for over a week now and show no signs of being removed. And today he's decided that this is ridiculous. Enough is enough; he's going to handle this issue with the most efficient method he can think of.
The relatively small but very sharp-looking knife in his hand is a pretty good indication of exactly what this method is. The ears are going first.
He knows better than to do this in the middle of the CMA, though he's not terribly far from it; this is probably going to bleed, after all. He's not about to leave himself completely away from any sort of civilization while he's bleeding from the head, and he's probably going to want to get that...looked at after the fact.
Of course, he isn't getting very far. There's the small matter of physical reactions getting in the way; it's not that he exactly minds the pain, it's that there's a sense of natural recoil before he actually does anything and it's irritating him like hell. He inhales sharply through gritted teeth, drawing a darkly agitated hiss as he does so, before attempting again.
This will be much better once it's dealt with - assuming that he can even get started...]