[ Once Tarr lets him know he's on the way, David waits until he hears the knock on the door, poking his head out and stifling a laugh (and failing miserably) at the sunglasses before he has to stick a leg across the doorway. ]
Hurry up and get inside before Cheshire notices and tries to make a run for it.
[ He slides into the house as quickly as he dares and holds out a small bag. ]
This is cat treats. I make them for the animal shelter and thought that it couldn't hurt.
[ And then he reaches up to remove the sunglasses, pouting slightly at the muffled laughter. But he did expect it considering the fact that heart shaped glasses were weird stylistic-wise for someone like him. ]
Once the boys are inside and Tarr hands off the bag of cat treats, there's Cheshire standing next to them as if he were there the whole time, staring up at the bag with rapt attention. ]
... somehow I'm not surprised. [ David flashes a quick grin before he raises an eyebrow at the cat. ] Really.
Anyway, let's get these set down. You doing alright otherwise, barring the fang problem?
[ Okay, Tarr and animals were a thing. Everyone who knew him knew that he just liked to be around them and pet them but he unfortunately couldn't keep an animal at his apartment. So he just did stuff at the shelter instead. With the appearance of Cheshire, he crouched down to pet the cat. ]
That I'm a crazy cat lady in the body of a hot jerk?
[ He has heard all the jokes and wasn't upset by them. They were technically true after all. ]
I also had a memory of some woman dragging me to her boat.
[ Cheshire let himself get petted for a short time before going to stare up at the treats because those were far more important than anything else. Tarr watched the cat move on and sighed before standing up and walking over to poke around for something to drink. Sure it wasn't his house, but he had been there enough to treat it like it was. ]
Yes. She had no trouble lifting me up by my throat and throwing me around and she was a tiny little European woman dressed like a male sailor.
[ He poured himself some water and took a sip, watching the cat that was watching the bag of treats. He was kind of surprised that the other cat wasn't around, but he knew that the princess of the house tended to do her own thing because of reasons. ]
We have rotten luck with women?
[ It was barely a joke considering that both him and David dated both men and women. ]
I'm trying to figure out why me to be honest. There is nothing special about a simple fisherman.
[ Though really the smell of treats has definitely piqued Dinah's interests, she's just taking her sweet time getting there. Maybe to use Cheshire as a distraction while she goes for the treats.
They're weird that way.
David snorts at the comment, though. ]
Maybe. Or at least our old selves or whatever did. I'm doing just fine right now, thank you very much.
But can't say. You mentioned getting an old-time portrait with you two and a couple others, right?
[ Cats know how to tag-team just like humans, though these two were not above selling each other out over winning the favor of their humans. Cheshire moved to block the other cat, or at least to make her appearance more apparent to the humans standing around. ]
Something like that, yes. [ He had almost forgotten about it, but he took out the folded photo from his wallet and handed it over. The portrait was large filling up one wall and showing a ship flying its colors proudly, men of all races standing in pirate finery with a woman sitting on a looted throne in the center. Tarr was conspicuous in his lack of finery, his position at her feet, and the hand she has wrapped around his neck. ] Most of them look like models, so I thought it was just some weird thing, except that's the person who dragged me to the ship.
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Hurry up and get inside before Cheshire notices and tries to make a run for it.
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This is cat treats. I make them for the animal shelter and thought that it couldn't hurt.
[ And then he reaches up to remove the sunglasses, pouting slightly at the muffled laughter. But he did expect it considering the fact that heart shaped glasses were weird stylistic-wise for someone like him. ]
Also brought some of those tea cakes you like.
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Once the boys are inside and Tarr hands off the bag of cat treats, there's Cheshire standing next to them as if he were there the whole time, staring up at the bag with rapt attention. ]
... somehow I'm not surprised. [ David flashes a quick grin before he raises an eyebrow at the cat. ] Really.
Anyway, let's get these set down. You doing alright otherwise, barring the fang problem?
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That I'm a crazy cat lady in the body of a hot jerk?
[ He has heard all the jokes and wasn't upset by them. They were technically true after all. ]
I also had a memory of some woman dragging me to her boat.
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[ He flashes Tarr a quick grin before he sets everything down on the counter, leaning back against it while he bites his lip. ]
You think she was a vamp like you?
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Yes. She had no trouble lifting me up by my throat and throwing me around and she was a tiny little European woman dressed like a male sailor.
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In the meantime, he watches Tarr go toward the cupboards and runs a hand through his hair. ]
Jesus. What's with us getting manhandled by women half our size.
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We have rotten luck with women?
[ It was barely a joke considering that both him and David dated both men and women. ]
I'm trying to figure out why me to be honest. There is nothing special about a simple fisherman.
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They're weird that way.
David snorts at the comment, though. ]
Maybe. Or at least our old selves or whatever did. I'm doing just fine right now, thank you very much.
But can't say. You mentioned getting an old-time portrait with you two and a couple others, right?
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[ Cats know how to tag-team just like humans, though these two were not above selling each other out over winning the favor of their humans. Cheshire moved to block the other cat, or at least to make her appearance more apparent to the humans standing around. ]
Something like that, yes. [ He had almost forgotten about it, but he took out the folded photo from his wallet and handed it over. The portrait was large filling up one wall and showing a ship flying its colors proudly, men of all races standing in pirate finery with a woman sitting on a looted throne in the center. Tarr was conspicuous in his lack of finery, his position at her feet, and the hand she has wrapped around his neck. ] Most of them look like models, so I thought it was just some weird thing, except that's the person who dragged me to the ship.