my depression's been messing me up and i really don't want to write lately. i'll try to get on this weekend but no promises v_v sorry

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my depression's been messing me up and i really don't want to write lately. i'll try to get on this weekend but no promises v_v sorry
always believe in yourself. do this and no matter where you are, you will have nothing to fear.
❝ Oh hello! ❞
At first Bulma was unsure where the voice was coming from, her eyes darting left and right before settling on the rather well dressed cat at her feet. She wasn’t so surprised that the cat could talk, many animals back home did, heck dogs have been kings for centuries. What did surprise her was the manner of which he carried himself. Tall and dignified with all the courtesy of a modern gentlemen, what she must have looked like in comparison! Swiftly she straightened her posture and cleared her throat, hands coming to rest modestly behind her back.
❝ This is a strange question to ask but could you please tell me where I am? ❞
` the cat bureau. how you got here is beyond me, as this place is unknown to most humans. a large white cat did not lead you here, did he? `
as muta is no where in sight. the fat feline must be sleeping somewhere in the city, comfortably in the setting sun. the baron's green eyes shimmer in the fading sunlight, the sky stained a bright red and orange with dashes of pink. it reflects in his optics, turning them dazzling colors.
` my name is baron humbert von gikkingen. may i ask for yours? `
a smile stretches across his maw, ears perking forward.
✿–; A veil of plum hair shifts as she turns about to view the gentleman that spoke to her. She can’t see anybody. “Uh—um?” Nothing’s there. Nobody’s there. Her lips form a frown but stops when she hears him again. Hanako dares to look down.
“Ahhh? You’re ahhh…” she trails off and slowly lowers herself. One hand presses against her dark skirt and she realizes he knows very well what he is. Her hair hangs against her face and she comes to terms with the fact she probably had a mental breakdown. Maybe she needs to contact her therapist. Or maybe she needs to close her eyes tightly and—Hanako opens up her eyes and he’s still there. “Y-yeah…” she answers finally.
` i assume you're in need of assistance, then. `
she must be very lost to have stumbled 'pon the cat bureau by accident without muta's guidance. the look in his eyes is kind and gentle.
` allow me to introduce myself. baron humbert von gikkingen, at your service. `
gesturing a gloved paw for her to follow, he walks back to the little house fit for a cat and steps inside. she'll have to squeeze her way through the doorway to fit inside, where she'll have to scrunch up to fit, but she's small enough that it will work.
` come inside, have some tea, and then i'll take you back where you came from. `
this girl radiates a sense of nervousness that is not lost on the baron. the way she looks around, the way she fidgets, how she jumps at the slightest noise... all clear signs he needs to tread lightly.
` pardon me, ` he calls softly, trying to catch her attention, ` are you lost? `
and he can only hope a talking cat in a suit doesn't make her faint. she looks about there already.
` i wasn't expecting company. `
` i expect you're here for a reason. come now, squeeze yourself inside and i'll make a pot of tea. `
and he swiftly turns 'round on his heel and walks in the double doors leading into his home. a quaint little place. his jacket and hat are shed, set aside as he goes through the cupboards for his teapot and cups.
muta wasn't here, so there was no reason for the baron to be hearing footsteps outside of his little home. life is breathed into him, and he steps from the windowsill to the door. his coattails trail behind him, his cane clicking against the ground along with the soles of his fine oxford shoes.
a human. did she need help? was she sent here, just like haru was once upon a time?
one thing he notices is her striking blue hair. a low hum of appreciation escapes him. humans love to express themselves in many different ways, he's noticed, whether it be with clothing or tattoos or doing something with their hair.
` hello, ` he calls, pulling his tophat off and striding towards her. he's small compared to her, only reaching her mid-thigh, but he shows no fear. in fact, his voice is warm and cordial.
like this for a starter.
”I came here on a mission. No other store seems to have my favorite brand of hair gel and I’m gettin’ desperate over here.” Complained the delinquent, eyes roaming through the shop in search of his favorite product. Seeing as how he was no longer human since his battle with Sensui, he had unknowingly made his way into some human-forbidden area. Soon enough, after failing to locate the gel, his hues fixated upon the feline standing before him. Brow furrowed as he gave the male the once over, attempting to make heads or tails of what he had just gotten himself into.
The realization struck him.
”Crap! I’m in a furry shop?! No wonder everything here is useless. Listen pal, girls with cats ears are cute. Guys dressed up as cats? Not so much.”
this human hasn't seemed to process, fully, that he's seemed to have shrunk down to cat size. the baron allows him his mo- ment of disturbance, gloved paws clasped behind his back and green eyes ever so patient.
` this isn't a shop, nor am i dressed up as a feline. `
a low hum of a chuckle slips from his maw. whiskers twitch, eyes glittering.
` has someone cast a spell on you? you're rather small... for a human. `
and the baron hangs back, just in case this sudden realization only serves to disturb the boy further. he clears his throat, placing a hand over his chest.
` oh? tell me, were you brought here, or did you merely stumble upon this place? `
the cat bureau is, after all, well-hidden from the human eye.
always believe in yourself. do this and no matter where you are, you will have nothing to fear.
Baron:the cat returns-extra