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Cuphead OC/Ask Blog for Tommy Felici

[mugbrother]

@absolutelypawful from (x)

Oh. So it would seem his crime had not gone unnoticed, the tabby stopping to glance over his shoulder at the mug before slipping the coins into his own pocket.

“Lis’n, kid, I ain’t got time fer this. I got places t’ be, things t’ do. If ya got a grievance, yer takin’ it up with someone else.” Not even giving the kid the time of day, he was off again, tail swinging behind him as he swiveled his ears backwards for a sign that the other might follow after him.

“B-but…” 

Well, this is awkward. Not upsetting or enraging, like somebody else might find, just… awkward. Mugman shuffles his hands, shuffles his fingers, listens to the fabric of his gloves swiping over itself in an anxious tic, and starts to trail along after the cat to further confront him.

“I… I-I need that. I haf’ta buy my friend somethin’ to eat, else he might get sick!”

[absolutelypawful]

“Life’s hard fer ev’ryone, pal. What’s gonna happen t’ya friend ain’t my problem, n’ hey, if ya wanted ta keep it so badly ya should’ve held onto it better. Since ya seem ta have a problem listenin’, I’ll say this one more time.”

Tommy stopped, spinning around on his heel and looking down at the mug as his claws slid out from his fingers.

“Beat it before I make you.”

[absolutelypawful]

(i think it’s worth mentioning that my latest searches have been showing up under t instead of my most common searches, so now every time i want to look at tumblr i see this

[polaroidxcamera-moved]

"Ey, pumpkin."

|| @absolutelypawful ||

Pumpkin?

Well, that was a pet name Roi wasn’t familiar with… But, Roi was able to recognise that face when he turned to look at them and admittedly, his cheeks may have turned a light shade of pink – which Roi hoped wasn’t noticeable…

(  Roi was pretty sure this was the cat her flirted and left the bar with a while back  )

“Oh, um… hello to you. Tommy, right?” 

[absolutelypawful]

Oh it was noticeable alright, and the tabby cat couldn't help but smirk, hoping to fluster him more.

"I would say I'm surprised you remembered but, honestly, how could you forget? My name wasn't the only thing I left you to remember me by," he purred, tail flicking mischievously.

[mugbrother]

The tall tabby's tail accidentally hit the young mug as he passed by, something glittering in the cat's hand and suddenly it seems the kid's pockets feel just a little bit lighter than they were a moment ago.

That’s… odd. Mugman sticks his hands into his pockets, tugging at the lining until both are pulled inside-out and shedding small specks of lint. It takes him a moment, perhaps a moment too long, but he connects the dots and figures out what has happened.

“Excuse me, sir?” he calls out. “I’d like that back, please.”

[absolutelypawful]

Oh. So it would seem his crime had not gone unnoticed, the tabby stopping to glance over his shoulder at the mug before slipping the coins into his own pocket.

“Lis’n, kid, I ain’t got time fer this. I got places t’ be, things t’ do. If ya got a grievance, yer takin’ it up with someone else.” Not even giving the kid the time of day, he was off again, tail swinging behind him as he swiveled his ears backwards for a sign that the other might follow after him.

[black-jack-the-cat-archived-dea]

"Well, yer lookin' good for yer age, darlin'."

“Pfft, of course I do.” He was just about to brush the other cat off before he paused. “Ya really think so?”

[absolutelypawful]

“Why wouldn’t I? ‘sides, they say confidence is attractive, n’ ya got dat goin’ for ya too,” he finished with a sly wink. Boy, Tommy, you’re really laying it on thick, huh?

[horrificmemes]

Send me 🍷 to hand my muse a poisoned drink.

And watch their reaction.

[absolutelypawful]

(i should really start writing these down so i don’t play email roulette every time i get the itch to rp this boi)

[absolutelypawful]

(I'm alive I swear)

[scaredyplane]

"Ya look like you could use a good drink or two, huh doll? Jus' a little somethin' 'ta take the edge off."

“Could I ever! You buyin’?”

[absolutelypawful]

“Sure thing, pumpkin. Anything ya want, it’s on me.” The tabby cat slung his arm around the other man’s shoulders, smiling sweetly at him. But there was something dark in that head of his, something he hid easily behind a smiling face. This was one of the Devil’s goons, and if Tommy was anything, he was petty.

“I’m jus’ feeling real generous today. Really, my treat.”

[scaredyplane]

“Sure, I ain’t gonna say no.” He nodded, returning that grin. It wasn’t often that someone bought him a drink.

And he liked cats.

“I’ve been real into spiced rum. So how ‘bout a rum highball?” He asked.

He really should have better judgement by now.

[absolutelypawful]

Well he's not gonna like cats anymore after this.

"Spiced rum, huh? I see yer a man 'a good taste. I'm sure a fella like yerself can hold his liquor. Hell, I've got some extra change, lemme jus' double it up, doll."

Before the cigar could argue, Tommy ordered a couple of rum highballs for him, grinning all the same.

[allhailmuggod]

(Who liked to role the dice?) 🐷

Send me 🐷 for a thread where my muse is stuck in the mud.

It had been rainy yesterday and Mugman was not happy about. He was fine with rain but not during winter. Half of the dirt was icy and the other… slimmy. Besides, today he had to go out.

So, naturally, once Mugs was out and going somewhere, he just had to slip on the icy dirt and fall into the pound of mud. As a result he ended up stuck in it. He tried to get free but with no success.

“Hey! Hey, you!” He called out as soon as he saw someone passing by. “Come here for a second!”

[allhailmuggod]

absolutelypawful

The tabby slowed down to keep pace with the mug, stopping altogether when he finally figured it out. He definitely noticed the stuttering, glancing over his shoulder at Mugman with a grin.

“Jus’ the Devil’s Casino, pumpkin. Why d'ya ask? Ya said you’d help me. Unless…”

He turned to face the mug, claws unsheathing as his grin turned wicked. “…ya lied to me. ‘N I hate being lied to, doll.”

“Listen.” Mugman raised his hands up defensively half way. “I didn’t say ‘I am not going to help you’, I just asked where did yer friend live.”

He then straightened up and crossed his arms.

“I didn’t know yer friend lives in the Casino of all places. I ain’t sayin’ I won’t help you but is there a way for me to, you know, not go into this place?” Here he went, making The Sad Face™ and looking down. “My lesson is learnt. I don’t want to get hurt again.”.

[absolutelypawful]

“Well, I’m afraid this pal ‘a mine doesn’t ever leave. He’s very busy y'know. Can’t seem ‘ta make time fer me anymore.”

He quickly reached for the mug’s collar, trying to grab him and lift him up. “N’ I’m gonna be real honest wit'cha, doll. I hate this lil innocent act ya got goin’. No one who’s met the Devil is any sort 'a innocent, n’ I’m the livin’ proof of it.”

[allhailmuggod]

Mugman supressed his laugh while letting Tommy pick him up by the collar. All of this? Just because of a little act of his? Was this cat that bored?

“O-oh, you won’t hit me just 'cause not all people are like you, will you?” He let his eyes, which were staring right into Tommy’s ones, get wet with non-existent tears. Meanwhile, he pulled a smoke bomb from his pocket and held it behind his back. “The Devil isn’t the king of hell for just takin’ sinners down there!”

[absolutelypawful]

"Oh no, not just dat. Ya see, I haven't been entirely honest myself. The Devil and I ain't friends so much as... acquaintances. He's got somethin' 'a mine n' I want it back. And if yer not gonna help me out, then I suppose we're done here."

The tabby didn't wait for a response, nor did he notice Mugman pulling out the bomb, swinging down at the mug before his next statement made him stop. Curse his innate curiosity - he just had to know.

"Then what, exactly, makes him the king of hell?" His eyes narrowed, curious but frustrated all the same.

[allhailmuggod]

(Who liked to role the dice?) 🐷

Send me 🐷 for a thread where my muse is stuck in the mud.

It had been rainy yesterday and Mugman was not happy about. He was fine with rain but not during winter. Half of the dirt was icy and the other… slimmy. Besides, today he had to go out.

So, naturally, once Mugs was out and going somewhere, he just had to slip on the icy dirt and fall into the pound of mud. As a result he ended up stuck in it. He tried to get free but with no success.

“Hey! Hey, you!” He called out as soon as he saw someone passing by. “Come here for a second!”

[allhailmuggod]

absolutelypawful

The tabby slowed down to keep pace with the mug, stopping altogether when he finally figured it out. He definitely noticed the stuttering, glancing over his shoulder at Mugman with a grin.

“Jus’ the Devil’s Casino, pumpkin. Why d'ya ask? Ya said you’d help me. Unless…”

He turned to face the mug, claws unsheathing as his grin turned wicked. “…ya lied to me. ‘N I hate being lied to, doll.”

“Listen.” Mugman raised his hands up defensively half way. “I didn’t say ‘I am not going to help you’, I just asked where did yer friend live.”

He then straightened up and crossed his arms.

“I didn’t know yer friend lives in the Casino of all places. I ain’t sayin’ I won’t help you but is there a way for me to, you know, not go into this place?” Here he went, making The Sad Face™ and looking down. “My lesson is learnt. I don’t want to get hurt again.”.

[absolutelypawful]

"Well, I'm afraid this pal 'a mine doesn't ever leave. He's very busy y'know. Can't seem 'ta make time fer me anymore."

He quickly reached for the mug's collar, trying to grab him and lift him up. "N' I'm gonna be real honest wit'cha, doll. I hate this lil innocent act ya got goin'. No one who's met the Devil is any sort 'a innocent, n' I'm the livin' proof of it."

[allhailmuggod]

(Who liked to role the dice?) 🐷

Send me 🐷 for a thread where my muse is stuck in the mud.

It had been rainy yesterday and Mugman was not happy about. He was fine with rain but not during winter. Half of the dirt was icy and the other… slimmy. Besides, today he had to go out.

So, naturally, once Mugs was out and going somewhere, he just had to slip on the icy dirt and fall into the pound of mud. As a result he ended up stuck in it. He tried to get free but with no success.

“Hey! Hey, you!” He called out as soon as he saw someone passing by. “Come here for a second!”

[allhailmuggod]

absolutelypawful

Like a gun. …Well, he never thought of it like that, but he supposed that was one way of seeing it.

Looking over the other’s gloved hand, he finally retracted his claws before shaking the mug’s hand. How formal.

“I might not’ve gotten every detail, but I did hear two names.. Cuphead n’ Mugman. My question is.. which one are ya? Or are ya gonna make me drag that one outta ya?”

“Oh, no need for ‘dragging’ it out of me.” Mugman leaned away with a slightly ‘frightened’ smile. “The name is Mugman.” He put a hand to his chest as if gesturing at himself. “Now, formalities aside. Do you still need me for anything?”

[absolutelypawful]

The mug was just gonna keep up his little act, huh? Fine. He knew how to make him crack.

Thinking it over for a moment, he changed his plans, finding it more apt for the situation. “Actually, yes. I could use a favor. A buddy of mine’s been real quiet lately. I need ya to help me.. get his attention.”

[allhailmuggod]

Mugman seemed to lighten up when he heard he could help Tommy somehow. But, god help him, he did not trust this guy a bit.

“Oh, for real? I am glad to help him!” Though, soon a shy chuckle followed and he started counting on his fingers. “But I can’t help him if he is dead or deaf. I also can’t kill people, bring them to life, make them love you…  Keep that in mind and lead the way!”

[absolutelypawful]

“Yer makin’ it sound like I’m wishin’ on a genie here. It’s nothin’ difficult. Jus’ need a bit ‘a yer time is all.” With that, he turned and started walking again, changing course and hoping the mug didn’t catch on too quickly. The tabby moved through the isles, looking over his shoulder from time to time to make sure he was still being followed. From isle two to isle three, and he didn’t seem keen on stopping yet.

[allhailmuggod]

Mugman just shrugged with a smile and kept going after Tommy. If they passed anyone he knew, he would say a quick hello but nothing more.

Though, as they were getting closer to the other end of Isle Three, the mug was getting slower and slower. He knew where this was going. Or rather, he knew where they were going.

“H-hey, Gun,” he called out, using the nickname he made up not so long ago instead of a proper name, “where does yer friend live? It is gettin’ pretty chilly and I wanna go home.”

[absolutelypawful]

The tabby slowed down to keep pace with the mug, stopping altogether when he finally figured it out. He definitely noticed the stuttering, glancing over his shoulder at Mugman with a grin.

"Jus' the Devil's Casino, pumpkin. Why d'ya ask? Ya said you'd help me. Unless..."

He turned to face the mug, claws unsheathing as his grin turned wicked. "...ya lied to me. 'N I hate being lied to, doll."

[allhailmuggod]

(Who liked to role the dice?) 🐷

Send me 🐷 for a thread where my muse is stuck in the mud.

It had been rainy yesterday and Mugman was not happy about. He was fine with rain but not during winter. Half of the dirt was icy and the other… slimmy. Besides, today he had to go out.

So, naturally, once Mugs was out and going somewhere, he just had to slip on the icy dirt and fall into the pound of mud. As a result he ended up stuck in it. He tried to get free but with no success.

“Hey! Hey, you!” He called out as soon as he saw someone passing by. “Come here for a second!”

[allhailmuggod]

absolutelypawful

Like a gun. …Well, he never thought of it like that, but he supposed that was one way of seeing it.

Looking over the other’s gloved hand, he finally retracted his claws before shaking the mug’s hand. How formal.

“I might not’ve gotten every detail, but I did hear two names.. Cuphead n’ Mugman. My question is.. which one are ya? Or are ya gonna make me drag that one outta ya?”

“Oh, no need for ‘dragging’ it out of me.” Mugman leaned away with a slightly ‘frightened’ smile. “The name is Mugman.” He put a hand to his chest as if gesturing at himself. “Now, formalities aside. Do you still need me for anything?”

[absolutelypawful]

The mug was just gonna keep up his little act, huh? Fine. He knew how to make him crack.

Thinking it over for a moment, he changed his plans, finding it more apt for the situation. “Actually, yes. I could use a favor. A buddy of mine’s been real quiet lately. I need ya to help me.. get his attention.”

[allhailmuggod]

Mugman seemed to lighten up when he heard he could help Tommy somehow. But, god help him, he did not trust this guy a bit.

“Oh, for real? I am glad to help him!” Though, soon a shy chuckle followed and he started counting on his fingers. “But I can’t help him if he is dead or deaf. I also can’t kill people, bring them to life, make them love you…  Keep that in mind and lead the way!”

[absolutelypawful]

“Yer makin’ it sound like I’m wishin’ on a genie here. It’s nothin’ difficult. Jus’ need a bit ‘a yer time is all.” With that, he turned and started walking again, changing course and hoping the mug didn’t catch on too quickly. The tabby moved through the isles, looking over his shoulder from time to time to make sure he was still being followed. From isle two to isle three, and he didn’t seem keen on stopping yet.

[cameraxvoyeur-moved]

|| @absolutelypawful replied ( x ) ||

Sneaky butt touch.

Not even gonna give a hello first, huh. 

[absolutelypawful]

Of course not. It's just not how Tommy functions.

The tabby looked down at him, leaning down a little but still keeping himself out of smooching range.

"Gotta wonder what's goin' on in that head 'a yours. Yer being awfully quiet, doll."

[allhailmuggod]

(Who liked to role the dice?) 🐷

Send me 🐷 for a thread where my muse is stuck in the mud.

It had been rainy yesterday and Mugman was not happy about. He was fine with rain but not during winter. Half of the dirt was icy and the other… slimmy. Besides, today he had to go out.

So, naturally, once Mugs was out and going somewhere, he just had to slip on the icy dirt and fall into the pound of mud. As a result he ended up stuck in it. He tried to get free but with no success.

“Hey! Hey, you!” He called out as soon as he saw someone passing by. “Come here for a second!”

[allhailmuggod]

absolutelypawful

Like a gun. …Well, he never thought of it like that, but he supposed that was one way of seeing it.

Looking over the other’s gloved hand, he finally retracted his claws before shaking the mug’s hand. How formal.

“I might not’ve gotten every detail, but I did hear two names.. Cuphead n’ Mugman. My question is.. which one are ya? Or are ya gonna make me drag that one outta ya?”

“Oh, no need for ‘dragging’ it out of me.” Mugman leaned away with a slightly ‘frightened’ smile. “The name is Mugman.” He put a hand to his chest as if gesturing at himself. “Now, formalities aside. Do you still need me for anything?”

[absolutelypawful]

The mug was just gonna keep up his little act, huh? Fine. He knew how to make him crack.

Thinking it over for a moment, he changed his plans, finding it more apt for the situation. "Actually, yes. I could use a favor. A buddy of mine's been real quiet lately. I need ya to help me.. get his attention."

[scaredyplane]

"Ya look like you could use a good drink or two, huh doll? Jus' a little somethin' 'ta take the edge off."

“Could I ever! You buyin’?”

[absolutelypawful]

"Sure thing, pumpkin. Anything ya want, it's on me." The tabby cat slung his arm around the other man's shoulders, smiling sweetly at him. But there was something dark in that head of his, something he hid easily behind a smiling face. This was one of the Devil's goons, and if Tommy was anything, he was petty.

"I'm jus' feeling real generous today. Really, my treat."

[black-jack-the-cat-archived-dea]

"Hello there, doll. I dunno what you've heard, but I don't bite.." he pauses to grin, "..without permission."

Black Jack almost spit out his drink. After a bit of coughing, he finally responded. “Well, I don’ need no ‘permission’. So ya best keep ya distance, slick.”

[absolutelypawful]

“Aw, now, don’t be like that, darlin’. Jus’ a bit ‘a friendly banter. I’m sure a cat like you could pick up anyone wit’out tryin’.” The tabby leaned against the bar, smirking over at the other gentleman before gesturing to the bartender for a drink of his own.

“So what’s got a cat like you in a place like this, eh? Lotta folks I see ‘round ‘ere are either here for a good time or tryin’a forget somethin’.”

[black-jack-the-cat-archived-dea]

He huffed and straightened his hat. “Certainly not as hard as you’s tryin’ right now.” He didn’t take too kindly to being hit on by random strangers. However, it was rare that he passed on an opportunity to have his ego stroked.

“What’s it to ya? I jus’ like ta drink, I don’ gotta explain myself. Pretty obvious what you’s here for, though.”

[absolutelypawful]

He just scoffed, taking a quick swig as he thought through his next course of action. This truly was one bitter feline, and it seemed his usual flattery did little to sweeten the deal.

He supposed he’d have to try something else.

“Pretty obvious, eh?” the tabby smirked, “No, actually, I’m waitin’ on my hitman to finally come take me down fer petty crimes. I’m jus’ a real wicked soul, y’know.” He snorts, unable to keep a straight face, though there was a hint of truth hidden within.

What it is, however, was still up for debate.

“Nah, c’mon, talk wit’ me. Ya look like a guy who’s seen some rough patches. And, anyway, I figure by the end ‘a the night, we won’t remember each others faces, so it don’t matter what we say now. Could jus’ be th’ drink talkin’ in a minute.”

[black-jack-the-cat-archived-dea]

That earned a genuine laugh from him. “Oh yeah? What did ya do? Cross the street without lookin’?” He took another gulp of his drink and felt himself relax a little. 

A thick brow arched lazily. “Now what makes ya say that? I do very well for myself, thank ya very much. Don’ know if I can say the same for you’s.” A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

“Not likely. I ain’t one ta forget faces.” Except for the occasional alcohol-induced blackout of course.

[absolutelypawful]

"Oh no, even worse: jaywalkin'. I'm just a downright scoundrel, I am." He chuckled to himself, shooting the other cat a lazy grin.

"Well, I figure everyone who comes here's got a story to tell. Now whether or not yer willin' 'ta talk is another story." The tabby downed the rest of his drink, ordering another immediately.

"Ah, well, we'll see." As the next mug arrived, Tommy raised his glass with a quick "cheers" before starting to gulp it down.