Event Log | Days 18-20

[doomcame]

WHO: K, Squalo, Taissa, Chloe & Cat
WHAT: Cabin fever, but inside a jail. The above get stuck after seeking shelter from the storm.
WHEN: Days 18-20
WHERE: VII.C.25 AKA Martin's Jail™
WARNINGS: None yet, please add them to toplevels and I'll update this as necessary.
NOTES: Make your own toplevels within and tag around for shenanigans and bad times.

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[absentconstellation]

In the hour or so after he wakes up from one of his many naps, the Cat watches Squalo as he stands guard. He's mildly concerned by the two-legger's paranoid behavior, and finds himself wondering if that axe is going to end up lodged in some innocent person's chest. If it occurs to him that his unblinking stare might unsettle the man more, it doesn't bother him. After all, he's only blinking as often as he needs to.

[sharktrash]

It might, but surprisingly enough, his aggressive tenseness doesn't seem to extend to the Cat. As the creature (as far as he knows) stares at him, he gradually finds himself staring back for longer and longer until they're just staring at each other.

Squalo's posture relaxes somewhat; he's thinking of Xanxus, who liked probably only a single type of breathing entities and that happened to be felines.

"Hey," he says, in an actually somewhat friendly tone of voice, and tilts his head a bit.

[absentconstellation]

He considers the man for a long moment before answering with a drawn-out meow. Somehow, it sounds a great deal like the word "hello".

[sharktrash]

Unfortunately, Squalo chooses to believe that the similarity is entirely coincidental and the Cat is yowling his face off just because he's a cat.

"What is it?" he asks, leaning against the wall a bit more and finally letting his arm rest, the axe moving down. "You hungry?"

[absentconstellation]

This does happen to also be the case.

He thinks for a moment. Doing nothing but sleep and run around all day, his appetite is a little off. It's hard to tell if he's actually hungry, or just bored.

In the end he just mews, choosing to allow Squalo to decide for himself.

[sharktrash]

He's in luck, it seems, because Squalo takes it as a sign to share whatever piece of dried fish K had rationed out to him.

"...Alright."

He rips out some meat, making sure it's without bones, and crouches down to offer it to the cat, apparently forgetting his guard post for a moment.

[absentconstellation]

He certainly won't refuse. He accepts the offering daintily, crouching low on all fours to eat and purring lightly.

[sharktrash]

Will he also accept pets? Squalo turns his hand over so he doesn't smear fishy fingers on the cat's fur, and absently reaches to stroke the cat's back a few times.

[absentconstellation]

He will gladly accept pets, and continues to purr after finishing the fish.

[sharktrash]

Oh no... oh no, that's cute. He pets the cat some more, thinking of home, of how careful Xanxus could be with the cats that sought him out for his unnatural warmth.

"You got a name?"

[absentconstellation]

"No," he answers in that way that might just be a meow. Squalo will figure it out in time, or he won't. It isn't terribly important.

[sharktrash]

"..."

That was just a meow, right? But for a moment he really thought he heard a word? Shit, is he losing it? Was this what happened to old cat ladies who were talking to their cats the entire time?

"Alright," he says a little carefully, "You can be Xerxes, then."

Not that he's biased about double Xs or anything.

[absentconstellation]

He nods his approval at this suggestion. He doesn't want to disturb the man too much by talking outright, especially when he's only just calmed down.

[sharktrash]

Did-- did the cat just nod at him? Squalo isn't sure how to feel about that, but, well. Weirder things have happened. And clearly that meant the little guy liked the name he suggested! So he smirks to himself and gives Xerxes a few scritches behind the ears.

Then he stands back up, glancing out the door to make sure there have been no new developments, and resumes his watch, though with slightly less manic energy this time.