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disobligingcat:
Tugger jumps up onto the platform, following Skimble. “It’s not dangerous at this time, is it?”
Smirking, Skimble glances back at Tugger, eyes flashing. “I guess that depends on your definition of dangerous.”
"Dangerous, as in life-threatening or harmful." Tugger is not going to say that he's scared or nervous because from Skimble's expression, he'd never let Tugger live that down.
disobligingcat:
“I’ve been once or twice,” Tugger answers. “Not recently.”
As much as he doesn’t want to talk to Skimbleshanks, Tugger feels nothing but relief when Skimble speaks and gets rid of the awkwardness in the air between the two of them.
“Ah, well you’re in for a treat, then!” Skimble blinked, green eyes flashing. “They’ve really spiffed it up recently.” He feels more at ease talking about the train, no matter how awkward the rest of the situation is. He really, really doesn’t know why he thought inviting Tugger was a good idea.
“Um,” he says before he realizes what he’s doing. “Are you– doing anything else this evening?”
Tugger pauses, then slowly shakes his head. “I’m not doing anything, no. Why?”
Tugger glances at Skimbleshanks and then quickly looks back in front of him, not wanting to make eye contact with the other cat while he still feels so awkward.
Skimble isn’t actually expecting this to be the answer, and he tenses when Tugger turns to look at him, immediately snapping his head around and staring determinedly at the ground in front of him.
“I was going to ask if you wanted- to- ride the train tonight. I’m sure the humans won’t mind… or notice.” He tries to conceive himself that this would be a learning moment for Tugger. “You can see how things are done in an orderly and organized way. Might do you some good.”
Tugger deliberately turns to Skimble this time and narrows his eyes at him. “I can do things in an orderly and organized way! I just… choose not to.”
Tugger huffs, putting his hands on his hips as he speaks. “But I guess I can come along if it helps you feel better.”
“Mhm.” Skimble tries not to laugh at Tugger’s protest. “Sure.” Still, he finds himself nodding when Tugger agrees. “Good. It- does.” I think.
“Good,” Tugger repeats, still walking akimbo. “How much longer do we have to walk?”
“Just a few more minutes,” Skimble says, and then lapses into silence until they reach the station. “Alright,” he says, leaping up onto the platform. “Follow me.”
Tugger jumps up onto the platform, following Skimble. "It's not dangerous at this time, is it?"
disobligingcat:
“I’ve been once or twice,” Tugger answers. “Not recently.”
As much as he doesn’t want to talk to Skimbleshanks, Tugger feels nothing but relief when Skimble speaks and gets rid of the awkwardness in the air between the two of them.
“Ah, well you’re in for a treat, then!” Skimble blinked, green eyes flashing. “They’ve really spiffed it up recently.” He feels more at ease talking about the train, no matter how awkward the rest of the situation is. He really, really doesn’t know why he thought inviting Tugger was a good idea.
“Um,” he says before he realizes what he’s doing. “Are you– doing anything else this evening?”
Tugger pauses, then slowly shakes his head. “I’m not doing anything, no. Why?”
Tugger glances at Skimbleshanks and then quickly looks back in front of him, not wanting to make eye contact with the other cat while he still feels so awkward.
Skimble isn’t actually expecting this to be the answer, and he tenses when Tugger turns to look at him, immediately snapping his head around and staring determinedly at the ground in front of him.
“I was going to ask if you wanted- to- ride the train tonight. I’m sure the humans won’t mind… or notice.” He tries to conceive himself that this would be a learning moment for Tugger. “You can see how things are done in an orderly and organized way. Might do you some good.”
Tugger deliberately turns to Skimble this time and narrows his eyes at him. “I can do things in an orderly and organized way! I just… choose not to.”
Tugger huffs, putting his hands on his hips as he speaks. “But I guess I can come along if it helps you feel better.”
“Mhm.” Skimble tries not to laugh at Tugger’s protest. “Sure.” Still, he finds himself nodding when Tugger agrees. “Good. It- does.” I think.
"Good," Tugger repeats, still walking akimbo. "How much longer do we have to walk?"
disobligingcat:
“I’ve been once or twice,” Tugger answers. “Not recently.”
As much as he doesn’t want to talk to Skimbleshanks, Tugger feels nothing but relief when Skimble speaks and gets rid of the awkwardness in the air between the two of them.
“Ah, well you’re in for a treat, then!” Skimble blinked, green eyes flashing. “They’ve really spiffed it up recently.” He feels more at ease talking about the train, no matter how awkward the rest of the situation is. He really, really doesn’t know why he thought inviting Tugger was a good idea.
“Um,” he says before he realizes what he’s doing. “Are you– doing anything else this evening?”
Tugger pauses, then slowly shakes his head. “I’m not doing anything, no. Why?”
Tugger glances at Skimbleshanks and then quickly looks back in front of him, not wanting to make eye contact with the other cat while he still feels so awkward.
Skimble isn’t actually expecting this to be the answer, and he tenses when Tugger turns to look at him, immediately snapping his head around and staring determinedly at the ground in front of him.
“I was going to ask if you wanted- to- ride the train tonight. I’m sure the humans won’t mind… or notice.” He tries to conceive himself that this would be a learning moment for Tugger. “You can see how things are done in an orderly and organized way. Might do you some good.”
Tugger deliberately turns to Skimble this time and narrows his eyes at him. "I can do things in an orderly and organized way! I just... choose not to."
Tugger huffs, putting his hands on his hips as he speaks. "But I guess I can come along if it helps you feel better."
disobligingcat:
“I’ve been once or twice,” Tugger answers. “Not recently.”
As much as he doesn’t want to talk to Skimbleshanks, Tugger feels nothing but relief when Skimble speaks and gets rid of the awkwardness in the air between the two of them.
“Ah, well you’re in for a treat, then!” Skimble blinked, green eyes flashing. “They’ve really spiffed it up recently.” He feels more at ease talking about the train, no matter how awkward the rest of the situation is. He really, really doesn’t know why he thought inviting Tugger was a good idea.
“Um,” he says before he realizes what he’s doing. “Are you– doing anything else this evening?”
Tugger pauses, then slowly shakes his head. "I'm not doing anything, no. Why?"
Tugger glances at Skimbleshanks and then quickly looks back in front of him, not wanting to make eye contact with the other cat while he still feels so awkward.
disobligingcat:
Tugger, ever the drama queen, pouts and hurries to walk as fast as Skimble. He mumbles something to himself again and matches his pace to Skimble’s. He doesn’t say anything more, letting the awkward silence sink in.
It doesn’t take long for Skimble to realize that inviting Tugger was a mistake. The journey’s silence isn’t normally a bad thing, but he finds the need to hold conversation with his companion incredibly frustrating, as he has no idea what to talk about with Tugger. Finally, after closing his eyes and letting out a loud breath, he turns to look at Tugger from the corner of his eye. “Have you ever been down to the station before?”
"I've been once or twice," Tugger answers. "Not recently."
As much as he doesn't want to talk to Skimbleshanks, Tugger feels nothing but relief when Skimble speaks and gets rid of the awkwardness in the air between the two of them.
disobligingcat:
“No, I’ll come,” Tugger protests, and then shakes his head when he realizes how quickly he said that. “I guess I’ll come. It isn’t like I have anything better to do.”
Tugger internally huffs at himself. He should be making up an excuse to not go with Skimble, not agreeing to go. He despises everything about the other cat, he doesn’t even want to go.
“Lead the way.”
Skimble grins to himself at Tugger’s immediate reaction. Just as I thought. Not fooled by the other’s attempt to cover for himself, he turns his head away so Tugger won’t see his laughter.
“Very well. This way!” He trots off toward the Junkyard entrance, not bothering to see if Tugger is keeping up.
Tugger, ever the drama queen, pouts and hurries to walk as fast as Skimble. He mumbles something to himself again and matches his pace to Skimble's. He doesn't say anything more, letting the awkward silence sink in.
"Tugger, against all my better judgement I am here to request your assistance with something."
"What do you need my help for, Quaxo? And why is it against your better judgement?"
disobligingcat:
Tugger pauses, obviously taken by surprise. He stares at Skimble, trying to whether or not he’s serious. He goes to say no since he doesn’t want to have to be with the other cat for longer than necessary but then decides on something better to say.
“Why?” he asks, smirking a little. “You can’t walk in the dark all alone?”
Skimble huffs at the snide comment, not sure if Tugger is joking or not (although the slight smirk tells him he probably is). “I’m perfectly fine walking alone. I do it every day. I just thought it would be nice to have some conversation.”
He narrows his eyes, presenting Tugger with a challenge. “However… if you really don’t want to spend any time with me, I suppose I understand.” He flicks his ears dismissively. “There are other cats who I’m sure would love to accompany me.”
"No, I'll come," Tugger protests, and then shakes his head when he realizes how quickly he said that. "I guess I'll come. It isn't like I have anything better to do."
Tugger internally huffs at himself. He should be making up an excuse to not go with Skimble, not agreeing to go. He despises everything about the other cat, he doesn't even want to go.
"Lead the way."
Despite having a fake smile of his own, Tugger mutters something under his breath when he sees Skimbleshanks’ smile.
Tugger clears his throat, shrugs, and exaggerates a nod. “I’m good, the day was busy enough. What about you, Skimbleshanks?”
Tugger stands up so that he’s as tall as Skimble, not wanting to seem less intimidating than the other cat.
Skimble’s nose twitches curiously at the words too soft to catch, then looks up to meet Tugger’s gaze, now even with his own. His eyes sparkle with a glint of mischief, although he tries his best to hide it from the other.
“I had a fairly restful day. But as you know, my days aren’t nearly as eventful as my nights.” He smiles genuinely now, unable to be negative thinking about the job he loves so much. “I was just going to head down to the station.” He looks around, noting that Tugger was alone (a rare occurrence), and in a moment of perhaps thoughtless pity, gives a welcoming sweep of his paw.
“If you’d like to join me for a walk, I would very much appreciate the company.”
Tugger pauses, obviously taken by surprise. He stares at Skimble, trying to whether or not he's serious. He goes to say no since he doesn't want to have to be with the other cat for longer than necessary but then decides on something better to say.
"Why?" he asks, smirking a little. "You can't walk in the dark all alone?"
Tugger doesn’t realize that Skimbleshanks is coming over to him until Skimble is standing directly in front of him and speaking. Tugger stares up at the cat standing before him and removes his frown before giving an obviously fake smile.
“Skimbleshanks,” Tugger says. His eyes dart away and quickly look around for an escape and when he can’t find one, he looks back up at Skimble. “Good evening.”
Skimble cocks an eyebrow at Tugger’s obvious discomfort, but decides not to comment on it– yet. Instead, he returns a smile just as fake as the other’s, and puts his hands on his hips, raising his chin just a bit. “How are you doing? Busy day?”
Despite having a fake smile of his own, Tugger mutters something under his breath when he sees Skimbleshanks' smile.
Tugger clears his throat, shrugs, and exaggerates a nod. "I'm good, the day was busy enough. What about you, Skimbleshanks?"
Tugger stands up so that he's as tall as Skimble, not wanting to seem less intimidating than the other cat.
@playnopranks
The Rum Tum Tugger watches everything going on around him from his spot in the junkyard. He’s laying on an old tire, keeping to himself as he observes all the cats before him. Tugger sees a flash of orange fur a few feet in front of him and immediately frowns. He’d recognize Skimbleshanks anywhere. Skimbleshanks is deep in conversation with another cat and Tugger finds himself narrowing his eyes as he watches.
As Skimble finishes his conversation with Alonzo, he gets up, stretches, and turns around, making as if to head out of the junkyard. He does, after all, have places to be. He catches sight of Tugger out of the corner of his eye, and he attempts to avoid him as he makes a beeline for the exit, not particularly wanting to deal with the other cat at the moment. But, as he nears Tugger, he sees that the other is watching him, and his own politeness wins over. With a huff, he forces a smile. “Good evening Tugger.”
Tugger doesn't realize that Skimbleshanks is coming over to him until Skimble is standing directly in front of him and speaking. Tugger stares up at the cat standing before him and removes his frown before giving an obviously fake smile.
"Skimbleshanks," Tugger says. His eyes dart away and quickly look around for an escape and when he can't find one, he looks back up at Skimble. "Good evening."
@playnopranks The Rum Tum Tugger watches everything going on around him from his spot in the junkyard. He's laying on an old tire, keeping to himself as he observes all the cats before him. Tugger sees a flash of orange fur a few feet in front of him and immediately frowns. He'd recognize Skimbleshanks anywhere. Skimbleshanks is deep in conversation with another cat and Tugger finds himself narrowing his eyes as he watches.
