samranumb:
how to greet a cat.
“Here, kitty kitty.”
(..)
“Do I have to feed you for two months first?” Samran attempted to toss the catnip into the nearby garbage can and missed. Didn’t pick it up and try again though. “Fine, let’s do greetings the normal human way. I am Samran. They told me I’ll with working with you on the next mission.” They didn’t tell him exactly what the mission would be about, which was probably a good thing. Samran was the type that needed to be surprised when it came to work, otherwise he’d try everything he could to avoid the really shitty tasks - like that one colleague of yours that always called in sick on Mondays.
“Is it really true you can turn into a cat? What about a dog?” Moon Dea (@umbdea) would make furries so very happy.
It was kind of ridiculous. dea didn’t care about team effort, she could very well do the job on her own. it’s not that she wasn’t a team player, she just did better solo. less people to slow her down, less collateral damage (her motto at this point). she was told it would be a two partner situation, in which case it bothered her less than more individuals involved (still an annoyance regardless). what they failed to mention was that she’d share oxygen with a sack of meat in the shape of a dick. more or so better described, as a walking idiot.
dea narrowed her eyes, keeping track as the man approached her with a tilt to her head. she was seizing him up, analyzing which vital point to strike first and get him to shut the hell up. if there was one easy way to rile her, it would be to call her by any of her forms in some sort of jesting manner. dea had a temper, and though she was mostly half humorous, half with murder intent; she preferred to tell the jokes herself, not the other way around.
“is this how you greet a stranger? by asking them to purr?” she asked, bored as she glanced at her claws hands. “I have no intention to please a rando.” she nearly hissed, gritting her teeth. “You’re rude, Sam.” she said, purposely leaving half of his name behind. she didn’t care to learn it properly, and it was easier to pronounce. “I guess you’ll find out what i can do, won’t you?” she chuckled, a strange pleased expression on her features (a stark contrast and shift from the sudden hostility she’d shown earlier.) “I like to play with my toys first, if you must know.” she leaned in, placing her fist under her chin, elbow propped on her crossed knees. “what do you do? besides you know... the obvious.” she looked at him up and down, judging him openly with disdain.
