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

[50shadesofburaza]

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."