what's a king to a god

[tubbins]

[ There are no Ritzy Bitz here.

But ah, Frisky Bitz are just as well.

None of that cheap stuff. No. There is no room for the mediocre, secondhand. There is a belly to be filled. Ever hungry.

Insatiable.

But the question is...could any mundane keep with the demand? Perhaps this is just one backyard, where there are so many to explore on this world wide web... ]

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i cant pass this up

[messyhair]

[backyards, alleyways - same thing.

matsuno ichimatsu may be the most mundane man alive (because. you know. no work and school and anything) but when it comes to cats, he becomes a lot more... interesting.

he is here with a tail-thing teaser, almighty round one. you probably don't play with these things but it can't hurt to try.]

and he can't pass up a good meal

[tubbins]

[ He doesn't move if he doesn't have to. That is his secret to keeping in prime physical condition.

He sees other cats skitter about, jumping off porches, cashing red dots they will never catch. Fools.

The yellow feathers dance before his eyes. Interest is not what appears on his round face.

Tubbs smacks the end way--not playfully, but that of a King who has dismissed a jester from His court.

No. That is not what he wants. ]

[messyhair]

[ichimatsu blinks at the way the cat flicks the teaser away. huh, he appears His Pudginess is not interested. which is odd because he has caught many a cat's attention with this simple toy.

normally ichimatsu would just move on to another cat but today... is different. when it comes to felines, he won't back down from a fight. and today it seems he has met his match. probably.

he sighs and looks down at the plastic bag full of cat-related goodies that he just bought (with choromatsu's money... without choromatsu's permission). he's gonna be here for a while. and with that he digs into his bag and brings out a can of cat food that's a little more expensive than the average brand.

this is usually for the others at the next alleyway over but he's willing to sacrifice just one can. just one.]

This is the sole reason Ichimatsu keeps going, the reason he's still in his world. Bless cats.

[letmepetyourcats]

[Ichimatsu stops when he spots the round white creature. He cannot resist the adorableness of this pudgy feline.
Luckily, he happens to have a bag of cat treats inside his pocket, which he often carries around in case he happens to meet any of his furry friends.

He stretches out his arm with a treat in his hand.]

Come here, kitty.

he will take offerings to his greatness

[tubbins]

[ He knows that sound--the rustle of a plastic bag, the scent that soon follows. Yes, food. It appears this human slave knows what's important.

If his nose his correct--and it always is--he detects a mixture of salmon and whitefish with a light greasy coating. Not the cheap stuff, either. But this human slave misunderstands something greatly...

Tubbs moves for no one.

Instead, he simply stares expectantly.

You come to me. ]

[disorder_heaven]

Oh my fucking Hell it's you!

STOP EATING ALL THE FOOD.