[Free for all] Christmastiiiiime is heeeere

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CHRISTMASTIME

 

• comment with your character(s). leave blank or write starters or whatever floats your friggin' boat
• respond to others
• CHRISTMAS. CHEER. SNOW. MISTLETOE. JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON etc
• or winter solstice/whatever exists in your character's world but do technicalities really matter I thought not
• CATCH (because there has to be one): no Scrooges!! no matter how grumpy you might normally be at this (or any other) time of year, you suddenly find yourself in the Christmas spirit and partaking in Christmas things. That doesn't mean you're necessarily going to enjoy it, but you can't quite stop, either...
• BE LOVELY, FRIENDS

Comments

and here I thought I was threading with Ven, not Van--the r00dness is making it *hard to tell* 'B]

[8thbrightshiner]

[Mogget doesn't even look up from cleaning his paws as he answers.]

More the fool, you.

[He gives one of those paws a gross get it off sort of shake before watching Ven's approach.]

It's the principle of the matter. And even in that form, I dislike the wet.

[Not that he can really feel it, or that his paws actually ended up damp and bedraggled from the snow--they didn't. It is, as he said, the principle of the thing...and the fact that his cat-ness is so deeply ingrained in him now that he can't help that hatred of water and wetness, whatever his form.]

omg take that back

[suredo]

[Ven cocks an eyebrow at that. He's aware of the whole cats-don't-like-water thing, but that distaste seems a bit excessive if the little guy's really that cold.

But well, if it bothers him that much--]

You want some help?

n o p e no returns or refunds on well-deserved insults ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[8thbrightshiner]

[Mogget gives him an appraising stare that clearly says oh, NOW you want to help, hmm. It's dismissive, but not entirely; there's some evaluating going on still.]

And what, pray tell, does it look like I need assistance with at the moment?

nobody deserves that insult

[suredo]

Getting wherever you're goin'.

[It's said simply, no sarcasm or anything else in it. Then he glances around at the yard of (mostly) undisturbed snow. He'd offer to make a small campfire, but there's nothing around here to burn and even magic can't go on nothing.]

Might save you some time, especially if you plan on cleanin' your feet every time you move.

...nobody, or *A* Nobody, like you~?

[8thbrightshiner]

[Mogget looks at him a moment more, calculating, then gives what's very definitely a shrug.]

I suppose you could open this door for me, if you like.

[He'd already gotten where he was going, thankyouverymuch. The food-smells are coming from in here, behind that closed door...]

[1/2] ....ok you know what, JUST for that--

[suredo]

[Welp, that's simple enough.]

Sure!

[He tries the doorknob and finds it unlocked, not too surprisingly, and pushes the door inward. A wave of warmth and food smells immediately blows out to greet them from the well-lit foyer inside.]

[2/2]

[suredo]

[--and that's not the only thing. Animals aren't a common occurrence in this place, but a few of the back-and-forth residents do have some pets -- and as it turns out, Mogget isn't the only animal to get the idea of going straight for the food source.

Almost as soon as the door's pushed inward, there's a sound like claws on tile and the jingle of metal. By the time it's properly open, a large shape comes barreling into the foyer, scrabbling and slipping on the wooden floor in a clumsy flail of large paws and awkward limbs that aren't quite of age yet -- and said shape takes one look at Ven, gives an excited yelp of recognition, and bolts for him (and Mogget, by proximity) in a beeline.

Oh

it looks like Miss Valentine brought her German Shepherd along

and didn't bother keeping it on a leash since it's inside

i m a g i n e t h a t]

COME AT HIM, STUPID DOG

[8thbrightshiner]

[Although Mogget does hiss and puff up, taking the traditional arch-backed Halloween-cat stance when faced with that dog, he still stands his ground. Green eyes flash, promising that he'll be more than willing to mix it up if that dog gets too "friendly".

Because

really

any regular dog that DOES come at Mogget is going to get WELL AND BEYOND what it's asking for

and if that intrusive snout gets too close, the little white cat will unhesitatingly, unapologetically rake his claws across it...and the marks it leaves are really more like burns rather than scratches.]

LET HER LOVE YOU

[suredo]

[Sure enough, right as she starts to leap up at Ven, the dog takes a last-second detour as she notices Mogget to sniff at him--

--and then gives a loud yip when she's rewarded with a smack to the face, scrambling madly backwards and tripping clumsily over herself as she tries to get away from the pain searing her poor nose.

Ven acts, catching her by the collar and needing both hands -- because while that dog's still an adolescent, she's big, and Ven is smol -- for the few seconds it takes to calm her down.]

Easy, easy! It's okay! Here, let me see-- [It takes a few tries and some more soothing words, but he's finally able to catch the dog's snout and hold her still, examining the painful-looking scratch marks. He sends Mogget the briefest of unreadable looks after a moment -- he does sense residual magic in those scratches -- but then his attention's back on the dog, who continues to whimper and whine as if it's the end of the world.] Hey, come on, it's not so bad. Don't cry -- here. [There's a brief, warm glow around his hand and the dog's nose; when it fades and he lets go, those slashes are gone for the most part, although they're still faintly visible -- which makes him frown. That level of healing should have been more than enough to do away with a wound that small.

Still, it appears to have done a lot for the pain, because the dog immediately stands up and starts wagging her tail again, tongue lolling out happily. Ven keeps a firm hold on her collar as he turns back to Mogget, one eyebrow raised. Not angry, just a tad exasperated.]

That was a little drastic, don't you think? She won't hurt anybody.

[GUESS WHO'S MORE OF A DOG PERSON]

MOGGET DOES NOT NEED OR WANT THIS LOVE

[8thbrightshiner]

[GUESS WHO ISN'T SORRY AT ALL]

No. Perhaps next time, she won't stick her nose where it doesn't belong.

[That said, he pads through the open door, though he does keep a downplayed but watchful half-eye on the dog. Even if one doesn't expect trouble, it's best not to take some things for granted.

Also, his catlike-ness isn't always something he can resist, or fully realises he's doing.

BUT ANYWAY

FOOD

CAT IS HEADING THAT WAY]