Nationality: Australian-American (with the accent to match)
Appearance: 6 foot tall cat man covered in orange, brown, black, and cream colored fur with a fluffy tail, clawed hands, and slightly pointed teeth. He has cat ears, a mostly human face, although his nose is more catlike and his face is covered in fur. He has short brown hair (dyed from blonde), and orange and yellow eyes.
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heading out to see The Amazing Digital Circus: The Last Act pretty soon, so other replies after I get home probably? Might pick at some of them before we go, but I'm pretty hungry and we're eating when we get there lol
heading out to see The Amazing Digital Circus: The Last Act pretty soon, so other replies after I get home probably? Might pick at some of them before we go, but I'm pretty hungry and we're eating when we get there lol
"You can do whatchur doin' and what you wanna do, but I'm gunna say somethings and I hope you catch 'em." She said in a measured way. Awkwardly splaying her hands onto a clean bit of the counter. Not that it mattered, her hands didn't hold onto mess or bacteria or anything like that.
"I'm not mad at you. You're not doing anything wrong. I do need you to stop thinking that I am going to hang your housing and food over you and your children's head. Even subconsciously; it's what I'm sensing in the background radiation. That power dynamic is not existent to me. It will take far more than a minor, or even major, disagreement for me to even consider it. Still, I'd fucking buy you a place. Send some guys to ward the place. Whatever else. Okay?" She didn't wait for an answer to her hypothetical.
"You also have got to stop trying to hang your emotional regulation hat on me. I can't regulate my fucking self. I am sorry, I cannot help you regulate your anxiety while I'm having mental breakdowns, okay? Alright. I can listen and I can sometimes give a hug or talk, but when I'm going off the rails the last thing I am capable of is figuring you the fuck out too. That conflict was why me and Charlie broke up to start with. It's not going to happen, it's not logistically possible for me.
Lastly, I'm staying. Mostly because I need to figure out who is going with me." Much as she HATED that idea. It'd be sense-talked into her to consider it.
"If we're both having a Moment, then we are just tangling up anchors and drowning each other. It will not lead to anything good." Added in a nervous way. Trying to be understood. Without Lark freaking out on himself.
Lark's shoulders came up a little, as they always will when somebody starts a "we have to talk" flavor of conversation. He swallowed and nodded, and deigned to...very slowly and methodically continue cutting the rest of the watermelon. Not because he particularly needed to, but because it gave them both something to look at that wasn't scary eye contact.
A few times he glanced up, but then down again, because it wasn't his turn to speak. Just had to carefully hold all the information in his head and try to figure out what to say, if anything.
When she was done, he set down the knife. Swiveled it a little on the counter, like he was going to give it a spin, but not so much as that.
"...I didn' realize you were havin' a breakdown until I started uh- y'know. Making it worse. I'm sorry." The more simple apology, then he grimaced and waved a hand, elaborating. "And then I didn' know if I was makin' it worse by being there, or if it'd be like...an asshole move to leave you alone? After I maybe made your day worse? I dunno. I jus- I wanted to do whatever made things better for you. Even if it's hard. For me to do."
He forced a laugh and grabbed a paper towel to sop up some watermelon juice from his hands. "I uh- I can't always read the room? And then I panicked. I just- wish you could tell me when I need to leave you alone." And guiltily, "...and that I'd listen when you said it, sorry."
He stopped, and looked at her. "But- I uh. I don't. I don't think you'll kick us out, Dev. I DEFINITELY don' think you'd kick the kids out. I don' think you'd starve us. I don' even think you'd passive-aggressively try to get us to move out on our own!"
Lark was getting a little too loud, so he stopped and looked down again, wiping the counter, putting watermelon away. "That- that's the problem. I just- I don' think you'd tell me if you'd be happier if we left. You act like you're the house, and th'house doesn' get to have feelings, or some shit like that. But- but I love the house."
His voice got a wobble that he swallowed back. Yeah, heap your emotions on her again, why don't you. "...I'd rather move out than tear it down."
So. You know.
"...I don' want you to manage my emotions, I want to stop kicking you with 'em."
Hearing that she was staying(for now) gave him some relief, and his shoulders lost some tension. Okay. Good. It'll be okay. Or it won't, but. That's literally life and he will never not be anxious.
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"Oh! You're... Not a bird!" He gasped in surprise, he had been expecting one hiding in the bushes, but instead... There was this cat looking person there...
Superglue, obviously. And then if that doesn't work: the classic duct tape. If it happens again after that, we'll have to move onto an intricate system of levers and pulleys.
“Well-“
what if it doesn’t work? What if he’s unfixable?
“…oh, shut up.”
He can’t be melodramatic when he’s laughing at your dumb goofy bullshit.
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I'm cleaning tables. I have like an hour before I do the final cleaning of the bathrooms.
A coworker calls to me from one of the party rooms, and I walk over to him. He says "hey do you have a USB-C cable? These lights aren't synchronized and I want to fix them."
He points up at a bar of colorful lights on the wall. The two halves are, indeed, not currently doing a synchronized pattern. But...why is this his problem, and why does he think a USB-C cable will solve this problem?
I give him a confused look, firstly for what he wants the cable for, and secondly for asking me? Why doesn't he go get one himself?
At this point I'm pretty sure he just wants to charge his phone, but whatever, I let him lie and I go get a cable from the cafe and bring it back to him, and tell him to bring it to cafe when he's done.
I start to turn away, but I look back and I see him go straight to the bathroom.
Like. Okay. So it's for his phone then, sure. Why is he hiding in the bathroom with it? Whatever, who cares.
So anyways, I need to clean the bathrooms. There are two family rooms (one of which he is in) and the mens/ladies rooms. I go and do a pre-closing cleaning of all the bathrooms (hoping they won't get dirty again and I can get done quicker after closing). I keep checking back on that bathroom, and he's still in there.
45 minutes pass. My man is still in that fucking bathroom. It's at this point I realize that he has been in that bathroom on and off (maybe mostly on) for hours?? Because I'd been trying to get in there to clean it intermittently through my shift, and every time I checked the bathroom, I heard the same voice.
So, closing time. I've cleaned ALL the bathrooms except that one, all I have left is that bathroom and the mopping. I knock on the door. He says "I'm coming out!" and I hear the hand dryer run. and run. and run. and run.
I go and mop the other bathrooms. I still hear the hand dryer running through the walls.
I finish mopping, come back, and he's gone.
The USB-C cable is in the trash????
I pull out the USB-C cable, look around for this guy, and ask my other coworkers, like did you see this guy leave? And they said yeah, he's gone outside. I tell them the whole story. This man lying to me for no reason and then THREW AWAY the cable(which is used to charge a work laptop!). I'm like, why is nobody wondering where he is? He was dressed for work but not working for such a long time!
Well, manager finally comes to ask what's up, and he is confused and exhasperated, and says "He came in this morning and said he was sick and went home."
Y'all this guy
this guy came in this morning and stayed for at LEAST eight hours in the bathroom
Either he was MEGA sick, or he was doing drugs, I DONT KNOW BUT THAT WAS FUCKIN WEIRD LOL
Anyways im super tired and a little out of sorts so if I pass out without catching up properly that's why!!
(also yeah the bathroom was filthy. why was the floor so wet? what did he do in there? it didn't smell like anything foul, it was like water on the floor?? footprints and shit? what was he doing im so baffled)
"I suppose you'll only find out if you have a spirit of scientific inquiry," came his reply, snorting at the shove. It was good to hear Lark laugh like that. "You'll have to boldly come where no one's come before."
He was absolutely never losing the nerd allegations.
At Lark's whisper, it was René's turn to bark out a laugh, hand up over his own face. "Y-you can't just--" he muttered his way through a muddled little screed in French about Lark killing him in several improbable ways, "-- I don't know, you-- fucking-- is that a phaser in your back pocket, or is your ass set to stun?"
That was the best he was getting with no notice. He'd discarded several worse versions, including a briefly ridiculous mental interlude about where he could work the word prostate into the metaphor that was already blue in the face from being strangled.
"René!" Lark exclaimed like he was going to give the vampire a talking-to for his cleverness. Gave his shoulder a gentle smack, too, dropping his head onto René's shoulder to snicker for a few moments before popping back up to hear René's suggestion.
Then Lark straightened up, put a hand on René's shoulder, and ahem'd. Glancing over René's shoulder. "...Hey, is that a phaser in your back pocket?"
His voice was dropped low and sultry, and he even paused before delivering the stolen punchline.
"Of course. And some nice tight trousers, to show off how shapely you are." Yes, he was going to grab a handful of ass. It was right there. He did poke his tongue out at the tease and chuckled. "Oh no, we can't have your grades slipping or they won't let you play in the big game. And we still have to rehearse for the English class we're both in, performing a scene from Romeo and Juliet together, because there's a horrible gender balance at our school." He could pluck some silly tidbits from the air for fun. It was a nice, frivolous little fantasy.
The kiss was good, and he leaned back into it, letting his fangs graze gently over Lark's lip.
And then looked down between them with a soft snort after a moment. "Mmm. True. We've got some time to work out the details."
They could set a bad example for the children once the current one was done percolating.
But then there was an opportunity for a truly awful double-entendre that René leapt for like a fox pouncing on a defenceless rabbit.
"Oh, what, you don't want to explore my final frontier?"
Lark jumped when his ass was grabbed, he fucking jumped. Why did he jump??? dork!! He didn't pull away, though. He was just having fun before, talking about sexual things, which did come from a genuine place, but to him it was also kind of a little...removed? He had a lot on his mind, he was worried about a lot of things, some part of him felt like he should be talking about SERIOUS things with René instead of having fun, but-
He was having fun. Let's just say he was having fun. The fangs over his lip gave him a shiver, and he felt warm and bright.
The double-entendre got immediate, explosive laughter from Lark, and he shoved at René's shoulder. "You piece of shit! What does that even mean? What kinda bougie-ass equipment you gotta have t'call it that?"
You can't just say shit like that! GOD. Lark is supposed to be an anxious nervous wreck, and you're out here making him laugh and smile and want to do stupid sexy roleplays with you!
"Two can play at that game, y'know. Uh-" He lowered his voice, and put a hand beside his mouth, like he was keeping a secret. "Quick, make one that ends with 'set to stun', there's gotta be a good one fer that."
As if whispering would keep René from hearing as Lark asked René for answers to this goofy-ass test.
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"I would say that your commitment to being irritating about the strangest of subjects is admirable, but it is much more annoying," Alastor offered in all honesty, tone a bit dry and not necessarily meaning to be offensive so much as observational. He had never been shy about offering his opinion, taking a moment to sip at his prepared drink and continue to clean his own plate. It had taken him a remarkably short amount of time to finish off what he had served himself, and whatever leftovers there was - if there were any at all - might get pilfered to stash in the fridge for later (with a rather large sign on it that designated it as Alastor's).
What Raven might find as the other two were busy with their conversation was that the hotel was rather bustling at all hours. Alastor had relegated them to the kitchen area - which remained cordoned off, save for the staff, outside of dining hours - but the lobby itself would be full of others coming and going. Husker tending bar, Vaggi up at the front taking names and offering keys, Niffty flitting back and forth with various housekeeping tasks, etcetera. No one would bat an eye at a small cat boy wandering about given how similarly he might have appeared to an average sinner...
And it was very difficult to tell children from adults in this realm.
Someone might attempt to assign him a room if he were not careful.
"Bein' annoying is my greatest strength," Lark sighed, shrugging. What can he say, he's a pro at annoying people! It eats away at his soul and the associated social anxiety swells and wanes with the moon!
Right then it was swelling, but he'd already decided he had to bite the fucking bullet and pretend he wasn't an anxious baby for the remainder of this interaction, so that's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine.
Once Lark caught wind that Alastor was done, he covered it up in foil and what have you and left it there, easy for Alastor to spirit away to the nearest fridge. Lark didn't plan to take it home.
Any dishes Lark brought with him he'd stow away in the now-mostly-empty bag he'd used to carry the food.
"What about magic? How y'feel about magic?" Lark asked finally, trying to refresh the conversation from that bit of a dead end.
He hadn't noticed yet that his son was gone, because his son didn't want him to notice. Poor Lark was incredibly susceptible to Raven's don't-notice-me magic, and happy to chat away as Raven went to check out Husker, and of course, being shooed away from the bar, then went to make Vaggi uncomfortable under his gaze. Then off to follow Niffty around when Vaggi seemed like she might do something about him.
tried to do replies but im too sleepy from work unfortunately
unrelated, but im thinking about Old Wizard Lark again. I wanna do old lark rp at some point lol, if y'all will humor me some gimmick threads. I have silly ideas for himm
