Nope. Nope kitty is not having this, not with Obsidian. Darck cat proceeds to wiggle about wildly.
He chuckled, “Getting comfy? I guess food can wait.” He walked over to a chair, sat down, and got comfortable himself as he spent time with the cat and scratched behind her ears.
Ooh yes, that was the good stuff. Darck was starting to really enjoy all this sort of attention. It was such a god damn stark contrast to what she got when not a cat. Kind of… Sad, really. That this was the best she’s gotten in a long time. so, she lay against Leon’s chest, pays kneading against his uniform and claws slightly gripping now and then. Purring like a thunder storm.
Leon smiled as he heard the cat purring. This cat was pretty affectionate. He continued to pet the cat as he walked over to his fridge to find something for it to eat.
The cat got slightly heavier, completely relaxing in his grip. Continuing to nuzzle her head against the uniformed Leon, paws barely twitching. Every whisker perked forwards and ears straight up on end. Ignoring the fridge or the idea of food for the time being.
His wings flared out, dangling and twitching, encouraging the cat to play with the feather.
Too high, as well as hyper, to care much, Darck spied those wings. Eyes still huge. the feline wiggled about, preparing to pounce— suddenly she leaped! jumping at the feathers and pawing at them wildly and excitedly. Jumping at each feather as if unable to decide which to go for.
He picked the cat up gently and petted its back. “I’ve got some meat in the fridge I can cut up for you.”
Almost instantly, the feline started purring. Ears flattening out and body relaxing. Getting far too used to this cat thing. Her head pressed against Leon’s uniformed chest, while the spine bent upwards towards his petting hand. Much pleased kitty.
Staring cat. Just. Staring.
"Hey there, kitty. Want something that isn’t alcohol?"
Without waiting a moment longer, the feline shifted closer, and right up against Leon. Rubbing against his leg, before looking up at him. Mewling up at the agent uselessly. Curse not being able to use english.
"You will soon lose the light of day. Fate has driven you."
Currently in the catnip drugged state, Darck could barely register that this was Dracul. Same guy that had thrown her into the wall, as well as tried to eat her and tried to set her on fire. And yet all she could manage was to suddenly stop moving and stare up at him. Back legs wiggling uselessly and jaw wide open. As if panting. Eyes huge.
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The cat was hyperactive now and as high as it’s ever been. Foaming at the mouth.
Darck’s eyes grow large at the smell of it.
Why did it smell so… amazing…
She inches closer, pawed at it… Then started to chew on it. and holy shit she was gone and high as a kite. Rolling around on the plant and snuggling against it.
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I wonder which shampoo this guy uses