#thread;vckitty

This was Pollux’s first carnival, admittedly. His first night. He was still sensitive to his shitty past few days. The gala was fun, something new, but Kitty and him had a friend date to the carnival. Which began as them collectively riding rides, but had turned into them trying all types of food. Because why not? Pollux was like a bottomless pit when it came to his appetite. It made the loud sounds and bright lights completely worth it, and he definitely made note to come again, specifically, with certain someones. But for now, he was busy, tearing apart a one of the large bags of cotton candy he had bought. It had been full just thirty minutes ago, but now, it was almost empty. “Want some more?” he questioned, holding the bag out for Kitty. 

Pollux was grateful for Kitty. The hellcat had really went out of his way by letting Pollux stay with him. And that, Pollux was forever grateful for. Especially since Pollux had been moping for the better half of the week, ever since well, he was broken up with. Kitty had said something about getting out, and that’s how the two, the hellhound and hellcat pairing dressed in nice (tight) clothing, standing outside a local nightclub that wasn’t Ketseuki. The hellhound didn’t need a run in with his ex when the two were trying to enjoy themselves for a night. Despite that all, Pollux was still adamant that they didn’t need to go. He wasn’t one for clubs, despite the fact that he worked at one as a bartender. “It’s not too late to go home,” he pointed out as they grew closer to the doors.