It’s late morning when Sheva stops by her Bonded’s Purramid Cafe for some extremely strong coffee and a late breakfast, or brunch as some call it, consisting of one of the savory breakfast sandwiches with extra bacon. It seems that she’s somehow attracted the bulk of the sphinx to her side or her lap. There’s even one perched behind her on the back of the bench chair, and it’s not pets they seek. Or rather, they seek more than their usual pets and attention time.
They’re after her bacon.
Perhaps that’s why she ordered extra, but given her own turnskin nature and the way she’s trying to subtly create a barricade between her plate and the mob with her right arm while trying to eat with her left. It takes an even more comical turn of events when one decides to hop onto her shoulder and experimentally reach down between her arm and face towards the plate.
An accented voice scolds them all, turning her head to try and blow on the bold sphinx. It’s to no avail and as much as the lioness adores the summoned beasties, she looks about ready to resort to more drastic measures. Beneath the table, her tail flicks and twitches in agitation.
It may have been a chime from the door or just a lucky catch of movement, but Sheva manages to glance up and notice a potential victim hero to her plight, eyes quietly pleading first. She doesn’t yet want to yell across the cafe and make more of a scene.
[ Keith hasn't actually set foot inside the cat cafe before, but a friend of his works here and he's been told it's a good place to be when you need some cuddly distractions. He lingers outside the cafe a little, reading over the sign to make certain that vampires are, in fact, welcome inside the premises before finally stepping inside.
As he enters, he folds a red umbrella that's been enchanted to provide extra protection from the sun and glances behind the counter, looking for a familiar puca barista. When he doesn't spot Sylvia there, however, he turns his attention to the other patrons ... and is vaguely amused that someone's milkshake is clearly bringing all the cats to the yard.
He doesn't laugh, but he catches Sheva's expression and makes his way over. Tucking the umbrella away in the crook of his arm, he reaches up to pluck one of the cats up by the scruff of its neck. ]
[It's also a good place to visit for many reasons. One being that every sort of Mirrorbound is welcome there, provided that they don't bother other guests by perhaps yelling at the kattens, which Sheva's on the verge of contemplating to save her bacon. Literally.
Thankfully, it's another monster that comes to her rescue, and while she's not terribly keen on the scruffing, it's a temporary avenue to sanity and she takes it with an exhale of relief. Realizing that they no longer had the pack advantage, the sphinx she's blocking with her arm turns to sniff curiously at the newcomer.
Even before she makes an effort to answer him, Sheva absconds with the opportunity, snagging a piece of bacon and taking a happy bite with a pleased noise, eyes bright and thankful even as she shakes her head.]
I'm afraid that would also distract me. [She answers once the first bite of bacon is consumed.] I think it's because I am also feline. Or, the summoner has decided to play a joke on me.
[Which, she doesn't seem to irritated by if that's the case.]
[ The Sphinx in Keith's hands mewls in protest and he mmoves to cradle the cat instead. Seeing an opportunity, the cat immediately takes the liberty of using Keith's arms as a climbing post and jumps up to balance precariously on his shoulder to bat at his mullet. ]
Hey! Stop that. [ But he's sounding more amused than anything as he reaches up to try and corral the cat. ...Though that effort is slightly hampered by the Sphinx trying to sniff him. The bold kitty jumps off the back of Sheva's chair and Keith quickly moves to catch. ] Woah, okay. Excitable crowd.
[ But they are ... pretty dang cute. ]
Maybe they'll settle down if they have their own food.
Sister or mother. I usually enjoy spending time with them. [She comments before absconding another bite of bacon into her mouth and chewing while watching him handle the kitten he’s captured, amused and in better spirits now that she’s able to eat. The lioness gets a bit hangry sometimes, and her metabolism doesn’t exactly help.]
Perhaps he is trying to give you a haircut. [It’s a comment entirely in jest, a playful and toothy smile growing in tandem with her words.]
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so a lion and a paladin walk into a cafe (closed to Keith)
They’re after her bacon.
Perhaps that’s why she ordered extra, but given her own turnskin nature and the way she’s trying to subtly create a barricade between her plate and the mob with her right arm while trying to eat with her left. It takes an even more comical turn of events when one decides to hop onto her shoulder and experimentally reach down between her arm and face towards the plate.
An accented voice scolds them all, turning her head to try and blow on the bold sphinx. It’s to no avail and as much as the lioness adores the summoned beasties, she looks about ready to resort to more drastic measures. Beneath the table, her tail flicks and twitches in agitation.
It may have been a chime from the door or just a lucky catch of movement, but Sheva manages to glance up and notice a potential
victimhero to her plight, eyes quietly pleading first. She doesn’t yet want to yell across the cafe and make more of a scene.no subject
As he enters, he folds a red umbrella that's been enchanted to provide extra protection from the sun and glances behind the counter, looking for a familiar puca barista. When he doesn't spot Sylvia there, however, he turns his attention to the other patrons ... and is vaguely amused that someone's milkshake is clearly bringing all the cats to the yard.
He doesn't laugh, but he catches Sheva's expression and makes his way over. Tucking the umbrella away in the crook of his arm, he reaches up to pluck one of the cats up by the scruff of its neck. ]
So what'd you do? Stick catnip in your pocket?
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Thankfully, it's another monster that comes to her rescue, and while she's not terribly keen on the scruffing, it's a temporary avenue to sanity and she takes it with an exhale of relief. Realizing that they no longer had the pack advantage, the sphinx she's blocking with her arm turns to sniff curiously at the newcomer.
Even before she makes an effort to answer him, Sheva absconds with the opportunity, snagging a piece of bacon and taking a happy bite with a pleased noise, eyes bright and thankful even as she shakes her head.]
I'm afraid that would also distract me. [She answers once the first bite of bacon is consumed.] I think it's because I am also feline. Or, the summoner has decided to play a joke on me.
[Which, she doesn't seem to irritated by if that's the case.]
They aren't usually this bothersome.
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[ The Sphinx in Keith's hands mewls in protest and he mmoves to cradle the cat instead. Seeing an opportunity, the cat immediately takes the liberty of using Keith's arms as a climbing post and jumps up to balance precariously on his shoulder to bat at his mullet. ]
Hey! Stop that. [ But he's sounding more amused than anything as he reaches up to try and corral the cat. ...Though that effort is slightly hampered by the Sphinx trying to sniff him. The bold kitty jumps off the back of Sheva's chair and Keith quickly moves to catch. ] Woah, okay. Excitable crowd.
[ But they are ... pretty dang cute. ]
Maybe they'll settle down if they have their own food.
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Perhaps he is trying to give you a haircut. [It’s a comment entirely in jest, a playful and toothy smile growing in tandem with her words.]
Is this your first time here?