#anjellicle

         a low purr escaped the back of the rum tum tugger’s throat as he spied the red queen from across the junkyard. it had been far too long since he’d spent some quality time with his favourite bombshell, and he fluffed up his mane, taking a moment to admire his reflection in the mirror. a smirk crossed his face as he deemed himself acceptable, glancing back over at her. their last two encounters he had fought off her advances with a casual air of dismissal, but it was time to pull her back in. 

QUESTION STARTERS || ACCEPTING

                  “  i don’t say anything that i don’t mean.  ” 

       not entirely true — tugger often said a lot of things that he didn’t mean to say, but he wore them as though he did. he couldn’t afford to show regrets. he turned to peer at the red queen, observing her in some interest, cocking his head to one side. it had really been a few off-handed comments that he’d made —- disliking the thought of having kittens, settling down — standard rum tum tugger concepts. they were nothing NEW.

       yet somehow, he could sense she was… upset. 

             interesting — and confusing. oh – OH! 

    “   not that there’s anything wrong with having kittens!  ”   he held up his paws quickly, shaking his head.   “  they’re great — jemima is great — you’ve done a great job with her — it’s just.. not exactly my SCENE, you know? you get it, bombalu – you know how it is.  ”   that didn’t change the fact that sometimes — only SOMETIMES, he wished that HE was jemima’s father – because knowing that there was a tom out there who held that sort of claim over the somali cat… filled him with an emotion he couldn’t quite place a name to.