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*i do take pix’s hand to help me up, grabbing my bag with my other hand.*

whoa!

*im surprised when beatrix jumps onto my shoulder, settling a hand on her to make sure she’s steady. im a little worried she’ll fall, so i keep my hand close by her just in case.*

…okay, i think we’re ready now!

-B

Pix chuckles at Beatrix and smiles as it leads you to the pond.

"She certainly likes ya, hm?"

Beatrix seems perfectly steady and content where she is luckily.

The walk to the pond is a good bit off the trail, a comfortable amount, and still easy to get back. There aren't any official benches, but some handmade wooden ones seem to placed near the pond.

The pond is fairly large, plenty of plants, lilies on the surface, some frogs visible, dragonflies, some butterflies, and a good few local birds and wildflowers.

There's a patch of what looks like catnip a bit further away from the trail too... Wonder who put that there...

Beatrix doesn't get down quite yet.

"What do you think?"

Pix asks in a curious tone.

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*im very comfy with the kitty on my chest, giggling as she rubs her chin against mine. after a moment i answer pix as i pet beatrix. i do like the kitty snuggles, but i do want beatrix to be more comfortable too.*

mmm… okay!

-B

Beatrix looks over at Pix as you answer, Pix chuckling slightly at something you wouldn't pick up on.

"I think you'll like the pond too. There's some fish in there, and frogs n such like to hang around it... I think lily pads too."

Pix stares beyond the canopy of leaves above the two of you for a moment longer before standing up, and offering its hand to help you up as well.

"You're allowed to swim in this pond too, but I'd think that's information for another day."

They chuckle lightly and smile softly, feeling fully content now.

When you do get up... Beatrix jumps up and flops herself across your shoulder.

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okay! we can plan things out later!

*i smile softly, then i coo at beatrix as she settles on my chest.*

awwwh, pretty kitty wants snuggles… 🥺

-B

Pix smiles, takes a deep breath, and nods.

"That sounds nice..."

It goes silent again, listening to the music and tapping her fingers in the grass, but the silence feels calm now.

Beatrix purrs louder at being called pretty and rubs her chin against yours.

She smells like the clover on the ground. That and the typical light subtle scent of cat fur. That one seems to stick for nekomanta too.

...

A few minutes go by before Pix talks again. They honestly just can't be quiet for too long, even if she wants to be.

"Do you want to go to the pond here...? People don't typically go there because it's off trail, but that's why Beatrix likes it."

Probably because Beatrix wouldn't have to hide as a cat or pretend to be wearing cosplay... Ribi had mentioned that.

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oh. well, sometimes it’s difficult deciding how to decorate. if you want, i’d be happy to help..! well, it depends on the day, but still…

*i reach down to pet beatrix again, feeling a little better, though low on energy.*

-B

Pix pauses before smiling softly and letting out a little huff of a laugh. It still hold you close right now.

"I... I'd appreciate that. Haven't even decided on what color to paint the walls honestly— Probably something to do with dark colors regardless."

They relax again, still unsure about her honesty right now, but it'll settle a bit more.

"Just don't push yourself, yeah?... But, uh, yeah... I think it'd be nice to have some help decorating."

She would ask Cher and Ribi, but... Pix feels weird about only just now getting to this. Sometimes there's things she finds easier to talk about with people who know it less. Someone who doesn't know everything about them.

Beatrix purrs louder and moves up to lay on your chest now. She feels like a warm vibrating weighted plush... Soft too.

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[A lone figure moves through the streets under cover of the night, near the Breaker Box. She's seemingly appeared out of nowhere. No regular human being would be able to trace where she came from, and she herself seems uncertain about where she's going. Any more than a cursory glance at her would reveal that she doesn't belong here -- she openly looks around, wide-eyed, as if she doesn't recognize her surroundings, and tenses up at every other thing she sees.]

[She stumbles into the entrance of the Breaker Box, turning her back towards the bar as if she were making sure she isn't being followed. Her long black cape covers her clothes, while the oversized hood is pulled over her head, obscuring her features and casting a shadow over her eyes. Most strikingly, however, is the scythe she's holding in her hands.]

@objectidentityfraud

It's rather dark out in this area, and the average person around here seems too busy with themself to quite notice. Maybe a few people give an odd glance, but that would be about it.

While the bar had closed for the night, Eddie and Volt hadn't quite gotten around to locking it up yet. The bar would be empty besides those two right now, which would be rather lucky.

Volt would be sitting on the bar counter itself while talking with Eddie as he cleans up the remainder of the glasses by now. It takes only a few seconds for Eddie to notice the person who walked in.

He locks eyes with the scythe pretty much immediately... Which puts him a bit on edge, but hey, he's probably seen weirder.

He doesn't address her right away either, wanting to assess the situation. He catches on to the tenseness and disorientation pretty quickly. He keeps his guard up, but he at least doesn't jump to feeling threatened.

"Hey, you alright...? You seem on edge."

He's blunt, but that's his way of asking if she may need help in the moment.

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aww, that’s a good name!

*im quiet for a bit then, snuggling pix as i listen to the music.*

…how long have you lived in your apartment?

-B

"Thank you... I quite like that name."

It taps its fingers in the grass as they listen to the music with you... She pauses as the question though.

Pix actually falls silent for a few moments before responding.

"14 years... Same amount of time Cher and Ribi have lived in theirs."

It's anxious about the question, but not upset.

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sure, soft rock is cool…

*im very happy that pix likes the teddy. it had been a spur of the moment thing in deciding which plushie to give her at the time, and im glad that it turned out well. their words still do concern me a little though, but i don’t want to press too much.*

im glad you like it. …have you given it a name yet?

-B

Pix smiles softly and offers one her earbuds. They're quality wired ones, likely good audio quality.

"Actually have genres sorted into folders on this... Took a long while though."

The music is pretty common soft rock, if anything some of the songs are pretty old. Which would probably make sense for Pix.

"Ah um..."

It wasn't expecting that question.

"I... did, yeah... Named it marigold..."

Marigolds as a flower are often associated with resilience and renewal. Pix does oddly seem to be the type that would be very aware of flowers in that sense.

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im sure your music is okay. if anything it’ll give my brain something else to focus on.

*i smile a little.*

a lot of the time i’ll just hug my stuffed animals, so this is really nice.

…speaking of. is yours helping you? the teddy i gave you?

-B

Pix smiles and picks up their mp3 player to look through it.

"I'm sure I can find something then..."

She pauses at the questions as it still continues looking through the mp3 player's song files.

"Uh... Yeah it... it is."

They take a moment to decide on saying more, and then deciding how to word it to be less sad or concerning.

"It's really nice. I appreciate having it... I... I only recently started designing stuff in my apartment, so it's kind of the first more personal item."

It sounds like that gesture was extremely important to Pix... Though... They likely would have lived in that apartment just as long as Cher and Ribi. It honestly hopes you don't connect the dots on that detail though.

The fact that plushie she is saying is the first more personal item in what would be an apartment she's likely had for years... or longer.

"I have some soft rock music if that sounds interesting?"

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*im careful as i lay down on the grass next to pix, not wanting to disturb beatrix as i snuggle into its arms and wrap an arm around them. im quiet for a moment before i respond.*

there’s usually always something on my mind. depression.

-B

Beatrix is unbothered again, she just readjusts a little.

Pix holds you closely again, also trying to not disturb Beatrix. They pause at your comment. It thinks for a moment.

"I see..."

She isn't so sure what to say. It can't say they didn't have similar, from what Pix knows now anyway.

"Think best I can really say is that I'm here... Don't think there's always ways to help or... I'll be here."

It wishes they had someone back then, so she'll continuing being there for others... It brings it some sort of comfort at least.

"Maybe... some music might be nice? Not sure my tastes at all that calming though."

Pix can't say its mind is all that quiet either at the end of the day...

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*i nod along as i listen. it’s kinda like my usual liveliness is more muted today. there’s a reason (other than work), but i’ve not mentioned it at all. but i still do like cuddles with pix (and now beatrix too!)*

cuddles with you sounds nice. …it might not help all the exhaustion, but it’ll probably help the mental exhaustion. maybe.

-B

Pix looks over at you as they're laid down and reaches out her arms.

"If it helps at all that's good..."

It mentally pauses in thought again.

...

"Is something on your mind right now?"

It's not very easy to hide emotional aspects around Pix...

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*beatrix’s purrs are helping me relax, and i keep petting her gently. i still don’t want to say too much though.*

i guess… kind of both? work is always tiring, and some days it’s worse. rude customers, coworkers not doing their jobs, things like that.

*i pause the pets as i think of something for a few minutes, then resume as i speak quietly.*

the stalker hasn’t been around at all since volt talked to him. so at least it’s better in that way.

-B

"Yeah, I'm happy to not deal with people in a job setting. Not customers at least... Basically get paid to snoop through suspects devices and digital trails... Find... A lot of stuff that way though."

They really like their job, but holy fuck you get desensitized to stuff real quick.

It looks over with soft hum of thought before replying.

"I'm glad he hasn't come back... You deserve to feel safe anywhere, ya know?"

She knows why you haven't seen him at all, buuuut they don't need to say that.

"..." Pix pauses for a moment. "Would you want to cuddle again...? Not sure if that helps exhaustion for you though, so it's fine..."

They actually sound a bit awkward for once.

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*i shrug as i go back to petting beatrix. i decide to go the route of “telling enough to be acceptable without sharing everything”*

im okay. tired from work, but i wanted to come here to relax. …it wasn’t that bad, but still. sometimes the general public is a bit much.

…how about you?

-B

Beatrix continues purring, not seeming to care as long as she gets pet in this moment.

"I can get the general public being a bit much at times... I may be very social, but also means I see... Probably too much."

It chuckles and smiles softly before you ask how they are.

"... I'm okay— Work always tiring, or just some days a bit extra?"

She is curious, but they also, once again, want to focus on other people. It runs of its hands through the grass and clover softly cover the ground.

"This park is always peaceful. Quiet."

She doesn't crave that often, but when she does it's the park she goes to.

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*i was looking down at the kitty and listening to it purr, so i don’t notice pix approaching until they said something. i smile at her and nod.*

yeah, they chose my lap! i feel very honored.

…and you can sit with me, it’s okay!

*im tired from work, but im happy.*

-B

Pix smiles softly and sits down on the grass near you.

"Thank you... And yeah! She isn't very trusting, like at all, but I would assume she smelled me on you."

Pix sighs and lays on their back, staring up at the sky through the canopy of leaves.

"How are you doing right now though?"

It sways one of their feet slightly as they ask.

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ohhhhh my goodness..!

*i happy flap, stimming without disturbing the kitty when it climbs into my lap. very gently i pet its head, cooing softly.*

-B

The kitty purrs happily at the pets... and closes her eyes after a few minutes.

You sit there with the kitty for about ten minutes before you'll see Pix walking through the park. It's not too deep into the park here, but enough to not hear the streets around it. No cars or foot traffic or doors opening... Just a small breeze making the tree's leaves rustle and grass sway slightly. This park has a good bit of clover too.

Pix has earbuds in, an mp3 player clipped onto her belt, and more casual and practical sneakers on. Its outfit is a black knee length skirt, a simple and flowy one, and a simple black crop top with an off the shoulder design. They still have their bag as always.

It's wearing fun socks though, the type to have a print on them. These ones are black with purple prints of moths one them.

It takes a second for Pix to notice you, and then a second more for her to realize it's you. They take their earbuds out and walk over.

"Hey! I see Beatrix found you, hm?... Mind if I sit with you?"

Beatrix is unbothered by Pix's entrance.

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*i gasp softly as the kitty meows and headbutts my knee. i whisper quietly in wonder.*

i’ve been chosen…

*i hesitate before deciding against offering it my hand to sniff- im not sure about the whole touching a mythical being thing, but it’s okay if the kitty touches me. my voice is no longer a whisper, but still quiet.*

cher told me about special cats like you. neko… nekomanta i think? …it’s been a lot to take in, but it’s very cool. you’re very pretty!

-B

The cat pauses and tilts its head slightly when you mention nekomantas. Its one thing to know a person has been around Cher and them long enough to smell like them, but you also know.

The cat purrs happily at being called pretty and curls up in your lap.

She is very happy. She trusts those three very strongly.

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oh! hi kitty!

*i blink at the kitty as i sit up. recognition flickers in my eyes as i see its two tails, but i don’t say anything about it. i don’t even reach for the kitty, knowing some cats- actual cats or otherwise- don’t like to be touched unless they allow it. im very much a huge cat person, but i still treat cats like their own beings.*

The cat blinks back with a small tail swish. Calm, but cautious.

It walks over and lets out a small meow towards you.

It sniffs the air around you, squinting its eyes, and then fully walks over to you. It headbutts your knee or where ever is easiest.