train • oo3

[sweepered]

Characters: Train and vatheon~
Location: Random street
Time: Early afternoon
Style: First, please! /o/
Status: Open!

[If there is one thing Train is good at, it's disturbing the peace-]

-No! Go away! Leave me alone!

[... While it may quite possibly sound like someone's being harassed, anyone who bothers to check the scene out will find nothing more

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[1/4]

[sweeperesque]

No, really! I swear I wasn't messing with it or anything but the squirrel was just giving me the evil eye!

[(The above statement taken out of context does not make much more sense in context. Just for the record.)

Hi, Train. Eager to defend her pride(?) as she is, Saya's not even noticing you for a sec. Just strolling along, a firm grip on Matthew's hand so he can't get away from this little field trip.]

[2/4]

[redcloakedthief]

[And he is towed along, laughing.]

Sure, sure. I am somehow not surprised. That's what you get for neglecting the squirrels.

[3/4]

[sweeperesque]

Can't you take the ground wildlife?

[And as they actually start to pass by Train and that milk bottle held riiiiiight there enters Saya's range of sight before she actually notices the little situation her BFF has gotten himself into, she makes an instinctive swipe for it with her free hand-

... Wait.]

... Train?

[Not that the realization that he's there stops her attempt at grabbing it, mind you.]

[4/4]

[redcloakedthief]

...Milk bait. I'll have to remember that one for next time.

[Sup Train]

[timeloops]

[Skateboarding past before-- Screeeeeech. Stopping. Staring.]

Dude, just give it some milk.

[sweepered]

[Huh?]

But it's my milk!

[/whiiiiiine]

[timeloops]

Go the store and get another bottle.

[sweepered]

But I don't want to.

[obsequience]

[ It seems like something of interest is going on every time he runs into Train. Hubert stops when he observes the situation from a short distance. ]

Exactly what are you doing?

[sweepered]

[He's just amazing like that. Or idiotic.]

What does it look like I'm doing? I'm defending my property!

[obsequience]

[ Both, totes. And what property? Oh. The milk. ]

The cat's not doing anything. There's no need to defend the milk.

[sweepered]

Hey, cats are sneaky, you know! It might steal it when I let down my guard.

[pristinestar]

[Ah, it's Train! But it looks like his buddy needs some help.

But first, Red studied the cat's behavior for a while, then smiled a little when an idea came to him. After a faint pause, he whistled over to the two in order to catch their attention.

Look over here, silly cat!]

[sweepered]

[It works! Both the cat and Train turn to look at Red. There's a look of surprise on his face-though how genuine it is questionable.

Assassin instincts don't die easily, after all... but that's another story.]

[pristinestar]

[Well, hey. Red just happened to have a tuna bun with him, how convenient is that? He tore off a part of the bread and then allowed a bit of the tuna meat to fall into his palm, before he lowered himself and showed the cat what he had with him.]

You're okay. You're hungry, aren't you? Come on... [talking to that cat!]

[sweepered]

[And the cat approaches, before taking a nibble out of the tuna. Train, meanwhile, watches idly.]