PORRIM: -another evening spent training with nepeta in the gym. it's one of those routines she's more eager to get used to. maybe it's the activity making her feel more energetic, or maybe it's just the fact that she can see physical, tangible results for her hard work that makes her feel more accomplished... or maybe it's just fun to hang out with nepeta like this. whatever it is, she's happy to be here in the middle of all this uncertainty.-
PORRIM: -she's in the middle of some stretches, watching nepeta do whatever she's doing with a challenging looking. what is on her mind...-
NEPETA: =Porrim was one of the people she bothered coming out of the vents for. Cramped as they were and limited as of late she'd taken to them since Earth. Her old friends had gained bits and pieces of their former selves, they were still recovering. Still adjusting but there was so much to process and so much of Alternia to get out of their heads.... programming? The two seemed the same for them. Exercising with Porrim was an outlet for a lot of things she didn't want to deal with. Things she actively sought to not deal with=
NEPETA: =As of now she's in the middle of working on balance and stretching. One hand and foot supporting her on the beam as she holds the other extremties outward. Porrim's look is met with a tongue poking from between her lips=
NEPETA: :33 < would mew like me to strike a bettpurr pose fur you to pawgle? :PP
PORRIM: Yes, actually. -smiles-
PORRIM: Yo+u have a go+o+d thing go+ing o+n no+w, but yo+u can always do+ better.
NEPETA: :33 < hmmmm...... let's s33..... =Lowering herself a bit she kicks off on that leg and balances on one hand. Her legs curled over her head with the other arm out=
NEPETA: :33 < there! i'm going to be purr goals! take notes! one day mew might hold purr big butt up on one hand!
PORRIM: -watches this thoughtfully, stroking her chin. assessing.- Hmm.
PORRIM: Yo+u kno+w, this raises the questio+n... Can yo+u ho+ld my big butt up with o+ne hand?
NEPETA: =lowers herself and crouches on the beam= NEPETA: :33 < i've done it with two one shouldn't be so pawrd! =offers her hand, get UP HERE=
PORRIM: - :eyes: yes good.- We'll see abo+ut that. -not that she doubts this at all, but it's still fun to tease. she wanders over and holds out her hand for nepeta's help to hoist her up onto the beam.-
NEPETA: =And hoist she does. Porrim's definitely made a lot of progress from the beginning. Packing on muscle and toning up but Nepeta uses every moment she can to boast her own strength and try to manhandle Porrim here and there. YOINKS her on up there... and wobbles for good measure=
NEPETA: :33 < watch purr center :00
PORRIM: -manages to get her balance easily, she was already pretty graceful before training, and settles in place with a smile.- I'm go+o+d to+ go+. Sho+w me what yo+u're made o+f. - just :eyes: :eyes: :eyes:-
NEPETA: :33 < tasty stuff!
NEPETA: =Also tough stuff, the toughest! Nepeta hums for a moment, then falls back into the position she was holding before away from Porrim. Supporting herself on herself on one arm and leg she gestures at Porrim= :33 < get ofurr here big butt!
NEPETA: :33 < take a seat! =As if to emphasize her point she kicks her leg out.= i'll boot mew nice and secure!
PORRIM: -laughs a little as she carefully steps towards her.- The mo+ment o+f truth. -it feels a little complicated to approach climbing up on her, but she somehow manages it, albeit a little wobbly.-
NEPETA: =oh no... she tried to make it easy... holds Porrim's hand and pokes her in the side with her toe= :33 < oops!
NEPETA: =Though she does YANK Porrim, that foot pressed into her stomach then quickly press the other to Porrim's thighs. Grunts and many wobbles=
PORRIM: -the poking makes her squirm, but no time to lose her balance with her other foot pressing into her.- Haha, everything alright there?
NEPETA: :33 < no purrrrroblem! =Mostly... the thing is holding up Porrim isn't the problem but it's the additional weight to shift and the momentum from pullimg Porrim up that has her shaky on one hand. Nepeta's nails grip the beam and gouge into it as they tip to one side. Her abdominals flexing with the effort to keep them upright, she even shifts Porrim in the other direction to try and counteract that... but too much..=
NEPETA: =WELP. She tries to let go of Porrim's hand. BYE=
PORRIM: -WHOOP. there's no way this could possibly go well. even with their hands slipping out of grasp, nepeta isn't alone in careening off to the side.- Oh shit!! -most assuredly, a comical crashing noise follows these famous last words.-
NEPETA: :33 < oof! =Hits the mat hard and starts to kick her feet at Porrim=
NEPETA: =Then turns on her heels then goes to tackle her so they go rolling once more=
PORRIM: -EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING SO FAST.- Wha--
PORRIM: -tumbles with this cat, inspiring more startled and confused noises until porrim gets her bearings enough to try and wrestle nepeta into a headlock.- Wo+w, that really was impressive.
NEPETA: =grapples with her and chomps the arm= :33 < it would've b33n meowre impurrressive if purr big butt didn't wiggle so much! >:00
PORRIM: Ow-- -responds to chomps by kissing her on the head. MUAH.-
PORRIM: Yo+u can't blame me. This was a test o+f yo+ur pro+wess.
NEPETA: =Purrs and nuzzles her sweaty face on Porrim's probably sweaty arm= :33 < but mew can't mix purrfection with buttstick pawll the time!
NEPETA: :33 < mew get mixed results =nibbles the beef=
PORRIM: -pets the kitty with sweaty hands, yes. there's so much sweat and it's disgusting but she's getting used to it.- Still so+unds like an excuse to+ me.
PORRIM: But maybe it's just time fo+r a break.
NEPETA: =She honestly has more Go Go Juice to do a lot more, being in the vents hardly lets her get out a lot of energy. The ship still has it's amenities but she needs fresh air and actual activity.=
NEPETA: :33 < bluhhhhh fine if purr so tired we can do that =kicks legs a little and flicks her tail=
PORRIM: Great. -gives the tail gently tugs before releasing her so she can stand.-
PORRIM: Would it be too much to suggest we hit the showers? Because I'm going to anyway.
NEPETA: =Jumps a bit at the tug to her tail and jumps up as she's released. She thought it would be a water break or something but Porrim seems done for the day=
NEPETA: :P/ < bluhhh if mew want to be boring =POUTS..... considers... eh. Maybe she can bite her or something while they're in there. Or she could shake her dusty coat on Prrom after she finished..... choices..... but she'll make up her mind on that later and groans dramatically the whole way.=
PORRIM: I'm always bo+ring. -believe her, she isn't EXACTLY done with nepeta... she leads her into the showers connected to the gym and promptly starts undressing once she's inside.-
NEPETA: :33 < meowst of the time! i can give mew that at least! =Just kicks off all her things. She's sweat a fair amount but there's still some dust and little rolls of dirt mixed with sweat that fall off her. There's the lines of plated silver that trail up her spine from her tail. Ports that were given the extensions that were meant for them on the side and of course her multitude of old and newer scars on this dirt naked kitty=
PORRIM: -pulls at face at how dirty she is.- I'm surprised yo+u do+n't have a clo+ud o+f dust emanating aro+und yo+u.
PORRIM: -but she's an expert at this sort of thing. she brandishes her weapons she drew from her sylladex before she stripped of everything... a scrub brush, body wash, hair care. she's going to smell like a FLOWER by the time porrim is done with her. beckons for her to follow into the stall with her.-
NEPETA: :33 < what do mew have against purrsonal scents =BATS the body wash out her hand in passing, BLEH=
PORRIM: What do+ yo+u have against perso+nal hygiene? -leans down to pick up the body wash again, tucks all this under her arm and goes to turn on the water.-
NEPETA: =stares up into the water, its cold at first but she's just that hardcore.= :33 < pawrtificial smells are gross that's why i hate a lot of purrfumes and other dumb things it doesn't smell like a spurring breeze!
NEPETA: :33 < AND the names pawre dumb = pretentious voice= ocean mist .... ppbtbbtbtbbtbtbtbt =raspberries in disapproval=
PORRIM: And I suppo+se Eau de Cat Funk is better. -comes up behind her and dumps that shampoo into nepeta's hair. AGGRESSIVELY MASSAGES SCALP.-
NEPETA: =BBLARRGGHHH, she's shruggs up her shoulders and scrunches away= :33 < its naturally clawppealing!
PORRIM: Ho+ney, the wo+rd is repelling. -scrub scrub- PORRIM: Hm... -hums thoughtfully.-
PORRIM: Yo+u kno+w, as much as I lo+ve to+ banter abo+ut yo+ur weird sto+nk, we haven't had much o+ppo+rtunity lately fo+r any real co+nversatio+ns, have we? -this is sounding dangerously like she's about to get real.-
NEPETA: =Mnng-ing cat noises, shrinks more.... the door is probably shut but she could try to crawl over the stall=.....
NEPETA: =Turns to Porrim and lifts arms, drapes on her to also distrupt the scrubs= :33 < i came in here to meowstly bite mew does that count as real pawlk? >:((
PORRIM: That so+unds mo+re like a deflectio+n. -frowns as her scrubs are interrupted, but finds a way to reach around again and scrub some more, albeit awkwardly.-
PORRIM: I was ho+ping yo+u wo+uld share so+me o+f yo+ur experiences fro+m when we were scattered all o+ver the US.
PORRIM: Yo+u might no+t have no+ticed... But yo+u've been pretty scarce since then.
NEPETA: :PP < its pawlled being sneaky! but i got some steak furrom a weird horse
NEPETA: :33 < dirk got hurt but he was ok... um. it was meowstly pawlot of driving
PORRIM: Yeah? That's all? -the most skeptical tone-
NEPETA: =casts a glance up at Porrim though her expression falls to a more neutral one as she speaks again=
NEPETA: :33 < if that was pawll and mew knew that was all there was to it mew wouldnt be picking at me like a bad wedgie =Furrows eyebrows=
NEPETA: :33 < it was dumb what meowre do you want me to say pawbout it? >:/(
PORRIM: Well... I was ho+ping yo+u co+uld tell me that. PORRIM: Yo+u kno+w, in case there are things yo+u wanted o+r needed to+ say, but needed an excuse to+.
PORRIM: -baps her on the top of the head.- Instead o+f bo+ttling it up like a big dummy.
NEPETA: =Was she bottling? Maybe.... though it was how she handled a lot. It was how she handled a lot of her things. How she handled the general coming back up. Seeing her friends the first time, now them again and Tavros leaving and they did agree Durgah go with them but.... it still wasn't... a good feeling=
NEPETA: =Is bapped then pouts at Porrim=
NEPETA: :33 < bluuhh ...my old furriends were depurrogrammed by equihiss
NEPETA: :33 < but there was anofur me kind of me, shes dead meow but they made me anyway so pawll i did was leave them behind when he purropbably couldve... escaped togefur?
NEPETA: :33 < a lot of things are dumb right meow so im not pawttling im
NEPETA: :// < mmm... purrocessing
PORRIM: -nods along as she listens, rubbing her fingertips in nepeta's hair.-
PORRIM: Just so+ lo+ng as yo+u kno+w yo+u do+n't have to+ pro+cess alo+ne.
PORRIM: As anno+ying as yo+u are... I'm still here fo+r yo+u in whatever ways yo+u need.
NEPETA: :33 < mnnngmnmgnngm =buries face in her chest and gurgles but nods. She feels weird. Bad weird, the tip of her tail shakes then flicks before she nips at Porrim.=
NEPETA: =side scritches also=
