( ♥* : escapade.
The second trial was one more focused, the mission in mind being dinner. After having lost his job, the gardener found himself without much money to spare, and it was just his luck (or was it?) that when he returned home there was not a single thing to eat. He was rather craving some fish, something not enjoyed with an empty wallet unless it was fished for, and he thought it rather... convenient to use his otherwise-useless form for a second time.
The fish was stolen right out of a bucket (he so stealthily crept to get it without being noticed, failing several times in the process) and carried off in his mouth as little paws traveled as quickly as they could down the alleys. He had almost reached a safe spot to pause and enjoy when instead--
His furry head collided with a tall man’s leg. The fish fell onto the ground, head shaking rapidly as he regained his focus. Had he not caught himself, he would have uttered an apology; a talking cat was enough to make any person freak out, and this was the last of what he wanted.
Unsure of how to confront the man, Julian crouched beside both him and the fish, looking up through rare azure hues.
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