#badrcputation

Boothill scruffs the Leblanc kitty and puts him into his hat. A nice comfy bed that smells like Boothill. The two of them can just spend the rest of the day on their ship, the Tumbleweed. Meow meow.

"Mreow?!"

Leblanc yowls indignantly at being scruffed, claws unsheating as he prepares to protest not only verbally, but physically as well...

Only to let out a meow of pure relief when he recognizes exactly who picked him up. Salvation at last!

Now that he's in safe hands, Leblanc is all too happy to make himself comfortable, purring and making biscuits.

꒰১ ⭒:▹ — @badrcputation / Bubbles asked: Bubbles proudly marches onto the express and starts making it his home. The moment he sees Misha he comes closer to inspect him and sniff around him. "I think you and I are going to get along. Do you like competition?"

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( Unprompted. ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒎𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒔 were unlike anything he had ever seen before while working at the Planet of Festivities. Those little creatures roamed the marble streets by the masses though. Perhaps he SHOULDN'T have been surprised when one managed to make its way on board the Astral Express. Better the chimeras than the dromasㅤ—ㅤor else he might have had to channel his inner GRANDFATHER and had to fix up whatever damage such a massive being might have caused.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe surprises didn't end as the chimera ACTUALLY began to talk to him. Was that why the Trailblazers were spending so much time with Miss Hyacine as well as a LARGE AMOUNT of chimeras ? More importantly, why would such a CUTE AND CUDDLY CREATURE be asking about competition ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI haven't really THOUGHT much about competition, sir ! I'm more used to WORKING TOGETHER with the Trailblazers and my old coworkers back in Penacony ! Why do you ask ?ㅤ❜

feeling the gloved hand on his cheek and the soft kiss on his forehead, sunday knew his wings were flinching out of control in shyness, the cold breeze from it hitting his face somewhat. looking up at the director as his hair was moved, golden eyes soften a bit as he ignored the radiating discourse he still did not adapt to when it came to being around the other and sighed.

"you are a busy man, i cannot keep relying on you to keep me from my woes..." he muttered, guilt clinging to him. he can hear the vulnerability in his tone, can hear the softness and solemnness in each word, and it warmed him, but sunday was a man full of guilt of his actions and it showed as he lowers his head.