@sparkadream || starter call !
it had been a small amount of time since he’d been able to visit the junkyard, much to his great disdain. unfortunately, his humans had been trying to keep him locked in the house for some reason or another, but they’d soon let him out once he’d made life pretty much unbearable. he lived to be difficult, after all. as he’d swaggered into the yard, he’d immediately been fawned upon by his fanclub, and the attention had been greatly appreciated. still, he’d eventually been able to shake them, having to work a little extra harder to dodge etcetera.
finally, he’d caught sight of a certain magical cat, and he draped himself over a nearby car, scratching his back against the rusty metal for a moment, watching mistoffelees for a moment with significant interest. it looked like he was practicing. unable to stop himself, his words left him with a cocky grin, shifting his body to lie more comfortably on the hood of the car as he spoke.
“ working on anything marvelous, misto? ”