Sassy Cat

Figaro Hirtzel-Wood II Seventeen Years Old II Drifter II Fourth Year This Kittens Got Claws

[figa-ro]

“You’re in luck ladies.Your favorite ukulele player has returned.”

[brightsidebelle]

"Wanna hear a dirty joke?"

[figa-ro]

"Go for it."

[brightsidebelle]

"That was—- That was beautiful."

[figa-ro]

"I try, doll, I try."

"Now I think it's your turn to give me a good laugh."

[brightsidebelle]

"To protect the graves from— Graffiti people and stuff like that?"

[figa-ro]

"Nope. Because people are dying to get in."

[figa-ro]

"Tell me, why is there a gate around cemeteries?"

[figa-ro]

"People are so temperamental. It was only a little prank."

[hangingon-by-athread]

"No, not really. If you let the colors carry the brush it just… Works."

[figa-ro]

"I'm like that with lyrics and cords.. not paint. My mind's just not that creative. I mean I can't be good at everything."

[hangingon-by-athread]

"I doubt that… I mean, you’re an amazing singer, so you’re already artsy."

[figa-ro]

"But see- singing and painting are two completely different things. One of them requires halfway decent hand-eye coordination."

[hangingon-by-athread]

"They’re nice… Did you paint them yourself?"

[figa-ro]

"Unfortunately I'm not that talented."

[deactivated-blog]

"Oh, n, I’m not saying you shouldn’t. I was simply stating that I truly don’t understand the point of going around telling everyone about it, especially in a city as large as this where you can never be sure of another person’s intentions. Being proud of your accomplishments is important, but I would suggest, in the future, sharing with people you know rather than strangers. No, I would not class myself as a person who enjoys destroying lives, I would probably claim the opposite, actually. Positive, yes,"

[figa-ro]

"Simple, I'm the kid people usually worry about. I could pick your pockets in under a second and you wouldn't even realize it. So there's not a chance anyone's going to pull anything over on me, but your concern is touching, really." Figaro laughed, one hand running through his hair. "Been here for a few months and I still don't really know anyone, just sort of drift around. In that case, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Figaro."

[deactivated-blog]

“‘Nice’ is relative. Shouldn’t the satisfaction of the fact that you were able to gain something you wanted through hard work be enough? I fail to see what good could come of gloating about your new… kicks, was it? A bit strange to call shoes by such a name, if you ask me,”

[figa-ro]

"Why shouldn't I gloat? I accomplished something, and I feel good about it. I don't see how you get any satisfaction out of dampening that? Or are you just one of those people that walks around here ruining people's lives?" Snorting he ran a hand through his hair, disbelief evident in his tone. "Wow. Are you sure you're from this time period?"

[deactivated-blog]

"How completely thrilling. I certainly hope you aren’t expecting some sort of congratulatory card or something, because I’m not of the opinion that doing something as completely commonplace as buying a pair of shoes is worthy of commendation,"

[figa-ro]

"No. But a little excitement would have been appreciated, I did buy it with my first paycheck, of my new job. But hey, don’t feel obligated to be a normal nice person or anything."

[figa-ro]

"Finally got myself a new pair of kicks."

[figa-ro]

"Can you believe someone called me fat?"

[figa-ro]

"Can you believe someone called me fat?"

[redheaded-dinah-blog]

"Oh, you were trying to tell a joke weren’t you? It wasn’t very funny so maybe you should think of a different one."

[figa-ro]

"Maybe it would've been if you weren't such a stick in the mud."

[redheaded-dinah-blog]

"Strawberries don’t cry."

[figa-ro]

"They do if their parents are in a jam."