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Pussycat Pussycat I've got flowers and lots of hours to spend with you

Who: Karamatsu and YOU (and the people who opted to get a kitty)
What: Karamatsu ordered a big ol basket of kittens- now he has to find them owners...before they disappear forever
When: Dec 17th to 20th
Where: the islets, mostly
Warnings: you know, like, nya. :3a

Closed to Ichimatsu

Buraza. [He usually wouldn't dare to wake his younger sibling up. That's asking, clearly, for death- for castration, or worse, to lose his nipples. But even so, the word is punctuated by a shake to Ichimatsu's shoulder, voice much louder than it should be, for a time when the sun has only just come up.] Buraza, wake up.

[Because he needs your help like, now? Now. And to punctuate that need even further, something small, fluffy, and alive is place on Ichimatsu's chest. Then another.

One of the small, fluffy, alive things mewls.]

OTA || Cat cooing and collecting

[[OOC: note that all the cats have been claimed by owners! Said owners are Max, Chip, Asriel, Mira, Brian, Yuka, and Soma.]]

Karamatsu isn't usually the busiest person...but today, he seems fairly preoccupied by the basket in his hands. It keeps- wiggling? Leaving him to stop and mutter under his breath as he tries to get a tighter hold. At other times, he can be found as far from the water's edge as possible, dashing to and fro as he attempts to keep his current responsibility far away from where they might drown... or uh, be eaten. Especially be eaten.

For everyone else, the six kittens might be rather cute. But to him... the three month old monsters are sorely testing his patience. How does Ichimatsu love these things, again?

"Ah- no no, don't scratch that. It's leather."

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She's been out hunting, mostly grasstails; where she felt bad about it in the past, they're a food source, and she's not about to let Karin or herself go hungry. Mostly Karin. Mira usually goes out in the morning and returns in the evening, and today she comes back a little later than usual.

... which turns out to be a good thing. For a while, she watches him, and it's becoming pretty obvious that he's in over his head. Time for intervention. Mira approaches him, head tilted slightly. She's really curious, but she'll wait until he shows her what's in the basket before she looks for herself.

"Do you need some help?"

"Ah- you?" He looks- surprised. Then his brow furrows, as he tries to recall exactly where he remembers her from. The memory is...hazy at best, but he thinks they got lost together, once.

Odd, because he's sure he would've remembered a face like that. Unfortunately, now isn't really the time to pick up where he must have left off, starting as the basket wobbles dangerously in his arms and hastening to put it down on the ground. "Hah, maybe. Do you know anything about cats?"

"Me?"

Now that she thinks about it, he does look a little familiar. Like she met him in a dream a long time ago... But that's silly. Then again, she'd thought the same thing about Lunafreya, and she'd been right. Almost anything is pretty possible here, after all...

"Somewhat. Is that what you have there? A bunch of cats?"

"Ah." A sound of agreement as he lifts the lid off the basket, staring despondently down at the seven wriggling kittens that immediately start trying to climb out the edges of the basket. Some are more successful than others. "I can't keep them- they've already eaten all my fish."

With Ichimatsu's pick of the litter, he now has four mouths to feed. That's already hitting the limit of what he can do without another seven hungry felines.

Ah... Mira kneels down, looking at the kittens. They're cute... She's only ever seen fully grown cats, so this is nice. She holds her hand out, in the hopes that one might bless her and allow her to pet them.

"If you need someone to take one off of your hands, I would be glad to."

[At this time of morning, Ichimatsu is still thoroughly engaged in his actual favorite thing: being dead to the world. Karamatsu shaking him awake is thus met with a testy groan and the immediate shoving away of his limb, as the younger man rolls onto his side and tugs their single ratty blanket back over his shoulders. Damn it, let him sleep. He doesn't care if you're literally dying right now. Put it off for at least three more hours.]

[Then he hears Karamatsu's stupid voice and hisses, flopping over onto his back again with a scowl. His eyes slit open and train onto his brother with the promise of utter death. As soon as he's conscious enough.]

What the hell do you wa --

[And then there's a kitten on his chest.]

[And then another one.]

[Excuse me wjat]

[Ichimatsu half-starts, only half because there are freaking kittens on him and he has to stop himself from rocketing into the sky, so it becomes more of an awkward jerk that ends up with him propped up on his elbows. He's absolutely awake now. Confusion and a tinge of panic rims his eyes as his gaze swings to the tiny, fuzzy weight kneading at his hoodie, then to Karamatsu, and then back.]

[Moving an arm up to brace both kittens against chest, Ichimatsu slowly sits up with an alarmed look at his twin.]

Ah -- eh... h-huh? C-cats? Karamatsu, are these cats?! Where did -- is this -- if this is a dream, I'll kill you!

[There we go. Well aware that he's just avoided a premature death, Karamatsu's smirk is wide, sitting back and folding his arms- only to lurch to the side to catch another kitten before it wanders too close to the door.]

Ah. I asked the Storyteller for them; one of them's yours.

[And that's a third kitten, set down on his chest.]

Better pick one, buraza.

[Karamatsu asked the Storyteller for them... ? Why the hell would he spend a favor on something like that? Last Ichimatsu checked, his brother didn't really care all that much for cats.]

H-huh? Wait, I --

[A third one?? Ichimatsu's eyes nearly bug out of his head as he quickly brings up his other arm to support it. He seems at a total loss. Karamatsu, it's been months since he's seen this many cats in one place, you can't just hit him with a bunch of kittens like this out of nowhere!]

Hold on! How many of these did you ask for?!

A whole litter. [He says it proudly, like he's just done the most wonderful thing in the world. And if Ichimatsu looks about, he'll be able to count them out himself- eight, boisterous felines mewling and tottering about the place, still small enough that the holes in the walls of the shack are definitely points they could squirm out of, if someone doesn't catch them.]

Only the finest of choices for my buraza.

N-no way... you're saying... this was for --?

[The little color to Ichimatsu's face completely falls away. He mechanically reaches out and lifts yet another kitten away from a gap in the wall, setting it in his lap.]

You're kidding me. Shittymatsu...

It's like he's really God.

[Is he saying this out loud? Whatever holy fuck!! There are cats everywhere!!]

[Ichimatsu suddenly moves the ones on his lap onto the floor, taking a quick head count before diving to collect another kitten who's staring up at some seemingly invisible thing on the wall. He seems to find his voice a few seconds later, which he raises in a hiss at his brother as he deposits the newest kitten with the others.]

Don't just sit there, idiot! T-they're gonna get away! Get something to put 'em in!

[Well, not everyday you see a guy walking around with a basket this way. Not here, anyway. Consider Max's curiosity piqued, which actually manages to override his usual desire to not get involved with anything.]

So, what kinda illicit goods you got there? Weapons? Drugs?

Is there a drug trade here I don't know about?

[What? Look, he actually can't see what's in the basket from this angle because he's too small, okay.]

[Oh, hey there, tiny. That squinting, suspicious face kind of reminds him of someone he knows, when he was younger. Hah...

If Chibita were here now.]

Eh? No, these aren't weapons. [Or...illicit drugs. Why the fuck does this kid have such an extensive vocabulary. Crouching down, he holds the basket out- the lid is only on loosely, and as it's held out, a paw sticks out through the gap.]

Heh, take a look for yourself.

Wow, way to make someone lose interest immediately.

[If it's not weapons, then what does he care, really. Well, fuck it, apparently he's being shown anyway? Fuck, okay, why not-- okay that's a small and fuzzy paw he's seeing.]

What the... [He reaches over to lift the lid.] Oh my god.

Are you smuggling cats?

Wh- I'm not smuggling them!

[Kid where the hell is your mind at???]

I requested them...for my brother. But he can only keep one, and now- [A frown tugs at the corner of his lips, looking down at the basket full of playful critters.] If I don't find them owners, they'll disappear.

[He'd keep one for himself, but he has Patricia. Cats and living shark heads probably don't mix...

Plus he just doesn't like the little bastards.]

Well, I don't know. Could be some kinda cat trade, what do I know, I'm just a kid. Plenty of furries here.

[His mind is always at "please god let something illegal and interesting be going on".]

...Huh. Sucks to be these little bastards. [Little fuzzballs. Making all those mewling sounds. He stares at them a little too long.] ...Wait, like. Disappear, disappear? What, they're just gonna fade out of existence?

[He hates that this is a genuine concern.]

Huh. [The kids probably not wrong-- but since when did tiny tots like him casually toss terms like furry into conversations?! The world has turned into a foul thing...]

Correct. The Storyteller doesn't want them being ditched in the wild. If they don't have owners, they disappear for good.

Oh, 'cause that's so much better. Can't just let nature just run its course and let everything kill each other the way god intended? What the fuck.

[He looks at the sorry basket of lost causes. Little bastards with no place to go and soon to just disappear.

...

Goddammit.]

Well I guess I gotta fucking take one to spite that asshole.

[And for no other reason. It's just spite.

Really.

It's just spite.]

[Mickey notices Karamtsu struggling with a basket of... something or other, it's hard to tell. But, always a friendly fellow, Mickey heads on over with a smile on his face.]

Hey there, pal! Need a hand?

Hah. Well met friend. [Who is also a big mouse. If anything, that just makes him hold the basket up higher.] N-no, I don't think I do.

Really? Whatcha got there, buddy? It kinda looks like it's moving...?

Ah... nothing much, haha! Just some fish- they're so fresh, they're jumping out of my basket!

I could help you gut 'em and cook 'em!

[Well, it's probably not the only reason his brother likes them, but Karamatsu might consider that carrying around adorable, fuzzy little animals isn't a bad way to meet women.]

Oh my, what dear little things. Wherever did you find them all?

[...Even if sometimes the women in question aren't human, themselves. Muffet sounds delighted at seeing one of the stubborn little creatures peek over the rim of the basket, giving it a cheerful little wave and giggling softly as it loses its' grip and tumbles back down again.]

Heh. Asked for them. My brother loves cats.

[If there's one person on this miserable island he will dote upon ~~where he can, and when it won't get him killed~~ it's Ichimatsu. But that does leave him with a little conundrum, smile fading somewhat as he looks down at the critters. They're cute, but...]

So now he's got one, and if I don't find these ones homes, they'll disappear.

[Aww, that's so sweet- in their own way. Muffet smiles warmly at this example of brotherly support, only to give the kittens a worried look at the rest of his explanation.]

Oh dear. A condition of the Storyteller's trade, I'm assuming? I probably shouldn't take one myself- I'm busy enough that I might not after time to look after it properly, and anyway I don't know how they'd get on with Ramequin.

[If you want to have multiple pets, it's important to consider if they'll socialize well with each other, even if one of the pets in question is a giant magical cupcake monster.]

[...Maybe especially if one of them is a giant magical cupcake monster.]

I can let anybody I run into while I'm out today know about the situation, though, if you'd like. Hopefully you'll have a few volunteers.

They said they don't want them running wild on the island- ruining the "local ecosystem". [Whatever that means. But at least there's someone he does agree with- nodding seriously as she mentioned Ramequin. He hasn't forgotten about her giant cockroach...]

Haah, that'd be really helpful! I have a few days, but Ichimatsu would kill me if I let one of these guys disappear.

I'm surprised that they consider one litter of cats to be that much of a risk- but it is their island, so I suppose it's only polite to abide by their wishes on the matter.

[Excuse you, Ramequin is much cuter than a cockroach. How dare.]

Oh, it's no trouble. Honestly, I'd be rather surprised if you didn't wind up with any takers, they're so terribly cute...

What, Karamatsu-- having trouble keeping control of six little shits who seem bound and determined to make your life tangibly harder? One could call it poetic justice, but it's pretty obvious that you lack the self-awareness to fill even a corn kernel. The sight of the NEET laboriously toting a basket as he makes his way to god knows where catches Wade's eye, and he quickly falls into step beside him, not even hiding the fact that he's attempting to sneak a peek at Karamatsu's haul.

"What'cha got there, Ziggy Stardust? Storyteller finally bless you with a porn collection? Or didja ask for a buncha posters of Arthur Fonzarelli?"

The snigger in his voice implies he doesn't think there's much of a difference as far as Kara's concerned, and he might be right in that assessment.

"Oi, oi! Not so close." Not you, you cretin. Karamatsu jerks the basket away, resulting in a few, protesting mewls from within.

"Even if it was porn, I wouldn't share it with you." Because really don't act like you wouldn't be totally down for hitting him up for a little hand motivation.

Honestly he wouldn't be desperate enough to hit Karamatsu up for any sort of fap-fodder. Dude looks like he's either into the really freaky shit or the kind of thing that could only get a virgin's motor running. And Wade's about to relay that information out in pure insulting detail when the box makes noises that immediately stops his train of thought right in its tracks.

The snarky look on his face immediately fades, replaced by something approaching complete bafflement. "...Was that a kitten?"

[Hark, in the distance-a terrible child arrives to help.

Or rather, ESP Kitty is able to sense his fellow cat brethren and arrives to help, while the terrible child behind him catches up. Color her surprised when it's-

Not Murasaki? The blue sweater differentiates them the instant she's able to get close enough to look. Which can only mean one thing. ]

You're Hanada-

[Hold up. Murasaki likes to use a certain kind word with her. And he never corrected her on the meaning, even when she repeated it to him, which is going to make her a nightmare for this poor bean. But she wants to make a good first impression on his cat brother! She knows words! She's gonna use them!]

Hanada-Chan?

[Hark, a tiny child he does not know!]

Hanada-chan? [But who somehow seems to know him? Light blue chan... he wracks his mind, trying to think of who would call him by that, but he's coming up blank. Maybe this tiny girl had forced one of his brothers to have a crisis of conscience? It would be surprising, if he hadn't come across the same problem, himself.] Heh, that's me. And who might you be, little moon?

I'm not a moon. I'm Ren.

[The moon is the shining, glowing treasure in the sky. She's just a dirty child that likes to collect rocks.

The absolute elation she feels meeting Murasaki's brother warms her whole body. She found him. Another cat.

Another cat with a basket of mewling creatures that attract ESP kitty's attention immediately. It doesn't take long for her to see, or rather hear, why. The high pitched meows that reach her ears make her immediately come out with-]

Did Hanada-chan have kittens? Are they your babies?

[Did you find a cat wife?? Is this a family outing?? Is Murasaki an uncle?? Should she crack open a can of cat food on this most wondrous day??]

[Brian is minding his own business and poking around at the shoreline when Karamatsu disturbs the peace with his (admittedly now lighter) basket.

He's well aware of the downsides to curiosity, but when a small pair of ears appear and twitch over the edge of the wicker, Brian finds himself staring anyway. Kittens, huh? He tugs out his notepad and scribbles a message, then wanders over and holds it out.

Casual. Because, you know. He doesn't care how this goes.]

can i pet them?

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Pussycat Pussycat I've got flowers and lots of hours to spend with you

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1/2 holy shit

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Cooing and collecting~

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500 million yrs late