#silver01

“Come on, Kitty Cat. You can do it! I believe in you! Just — come on — fetch!” 

The cat simply stared back at him in what looked like a mixture of disdain and confusion. 

Teddy sighed and flopped backwards on Silver’s bed, resigned after the spending the past hour attempting to teach Kitty Cat how to fetch. He had used a combination of treats, whining, and showing Youtube videos to no avail. 

He thought it was likely that the cat was protesting against his break-in of Silver’s room when the owner wasn’t home, though he had explained to the animal that it wasn’t technically a break-in. Silver simply didn’t know he was there. But he’d been invited inside fair and square, his friend’s roommate opening the door with a scowl, not caring to listen to the explanation he’d taken time to concoct before she simply muttered, ‘Whatever,’ and gestured for him to enter before disappearing again into what he guessed was her room. He wasn’t sure if he should be concerned about the radioactive activity warning sign that hung from her door. 

With a heavy sigh, the young man pushed himself off the railing and toward the bar. He didn’t need another drink, but he wanted one. Phillip had long since lost count but wasn’t that the whole point of the party, he wondered silently as he grabbed himself a drink. He spun around on his heels and took in the scene before him and the people bustling about the deck. It was when he spotted her, standing alone at a table and looking just as much in need of some company as he felt. Without another thought, he picked up a second drink from the bar and started toward her, placing it in front of her once he was close enough. “You look like you’re in need of a drink,” he said flashing one of his dazzling smiles before taking a sip of his own drink. // @silver-scarlett-sixx

aggresseur

Well, it’s been a long, productive day of wandering the city (and making an acquaintance or two in the process). But now, Sybil’s worn right out, and ready to collapse into her nice, warm bed in her apartment overlooking all of Cloudbank. Of course, that’s not exactly feasible at present, so instead she’ll have to settle for... whatever her housing here is like.

So she catches the next train to Sector 4, spends a little while exploring some neighborhoods that catch her interest. She might even have spent longer out, until she passed by an alleyway and heard some sort of inhuman snarling.

Sybil hightailed it home, after that.

And when she sweeps into the apartment, she doesn’t dwell on the strange appliances lining the kitchen (will she have to cook for herself? how archaic!), nor the rows of doors along the walls. She simply tosses her parasol into the corner -though she should really be more careful, flimsy as this cheap plastic version of her weapon is. Then, she plops down onto the couch, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

Now that she thinks of it, she’d love to introduce her precious Fetch to their new home- even if the mechanical dog spends most of her time in the Backdoor pocket dimension Sybil created (though, oddly enough, she hasn’t been able to access it since arriving in Hive City). 

“Nokta! C’mere, girl!” Out of seemingly nowhere, a dog of unusually metallic composition jumps onto the sofa next to Sybil, cuddling up to her. She nuzzles her cheek against her pet for a moment, but that’s all- because barely a second later, the door swings open, and in walks a redhead who’s more than likely Sybil’s new roommate.

His mouth still in a line as he received the warm cup, but brown eyes still light up picking it off the desk. He holds it carefully, making his way out the door until---crash!

All contents are spilled to the floor, splashing on his hands, the now cup rolling off hitting the perpetrators feet.

“...............”