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( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
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Your spot would be filled, but it would be by someone entirely different.
[ He collects the linens, staring down at the fabric with a small frown as he considers that. They've only just met, and so it would be of little consequence to replace him with one of the hundreds of others that have a similar composition. It is, he supposes, a consequence of his own naive hopes of keeping the other here. It's not as though he's lonely, as he's given everything that he desire and more. It must be the novelty of having another cat in his presence.
Komaeda is kind enough to drop the matter of him finding another, but in the end he decides to clarify all the same, ]
I already know you better than I'll ever know the cat that I'll produce a litter with, should one be found, so I am satisfied.
[ At the very least, he will by the end of their conversation. This, too, seems reasonable to him when there's little reason for a purebred to mate than to ensure that their breed is continues. He does wonder how long it might take though. It should certainly be easier than it has been, and it's more vexing to think of knowing that negotiations must be had and arrangements made even after someone suitable is found... He might be just as happy with a filthy stray from off the street, if one were to catch his eye.
What an undignified though. He shakes his head to clear it away as he sets the items closer to the tub, instead trying to recall where his old clothes might be. He wonders if he might not be lucky enough to find a few sets in the closet here. ]
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Ah... How unfortunate. I've heard stories of that. It never ends well for either party, and it's truly repulsive of humans to force themselves on an animal.
[ He shakes his head to show his distaste for both the story and the idea of practicing it himself. He's never been outside to know how others live their lives, but he's intelligent enough, and one can pick up more than enough just from hearing humans gossip and tell stories amongst each other. That might very well be what would have happened if he were picked up by another. ]
You need not worry about that here. She's a kind woman, one who is in a happy marriage and who has enough money to find other means to satisfy whatever desires she might have. The same can be said of her husband. Their guests perhaps.
[ He's sheltered, but not at all stupid. He's well aware of the comments and compliments that have only increased as he's grown, looks and touches from people who stop visiting thereafter. He believes that there were efforts to kidnap him once or twice when he was a kitten, but that's nothing that he can remember. Beautiful cats seem to be a rare treat for humans to indulge in. But those humans are far and few between for him, as most are content to simply dote on and fawn over him, and so such problems remain distant and detached from him.
He sets the clothes down in separate stacks before sitting on one of the stairs for the tub before continuing, ]
As for me, I am content to wait. I owe it to them, and it would be a problem if I weren't able to produce at least one litter.
[ Well, it wouldn't matter, actually - there's no need real need for purebred cats when genetic diversity is of greater value in nature, but that thought doesn't occur to him. ]
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What else is he forgetting? Plenty, he's sure. He knows how mating works for cats, the way that they mark, and the litters that they create. He finds himself detached from all that, as he's only needed until he can create a viable pregnancy. He'll have those encounters with his partner perhaps once a year until it's no longer viable, but that's how purebreds are handled in cases like his. Regardless, he should be more cautious than he is. This is his territory, but that only means so much.
It catches him off guard when Komaeda rubs against him, but it would make it easier on him if he were to scent mark, wouldn't he? It's a form of bonding for cats, but it's been long enough that just the words he offers leave him a touch embarrassed by it. He squirms a bit, but those efforts are otherwise rewarded with the low purr that rumbles in Hiyori's chest as it rises and falls. ]
That's an awfully cruel thing to say to someone, isn't it?
[ He closes one eye, but the twitch of the tip of his tail and the perked ears promise that he's not all that offended yet. It's nostalgic, and one always does crave the presence of their own. Though the thought of putting his hands all over the other is, ah - he doesn't quite mind the idea of that, and that seems to Hiyori to mean that he shouldn't think about overmuch. He shifts away from the subject, ]
I suppose it is a good thing, as I'm not very fond of answering pointless questions, but I shouldn't think you would want my hands to be all over you. You seem rather anxious, so I was certain that you'd rather I keep my hands to myself now.
[ Then again, perhaps he's changed his mind. Cats are fickle creatures, but sometimes they'll test the waters. So long as it's on their terms, they're more amenable to being handled. He reaches up a hand to brush his fingertips against one of the arms wrapped around him, so thin and frail when compared to his own, a part of him wondering if he might not squeeze.
He's getting his dirt all over him too... He doesn't think he's ever felt such a grimy person. ]
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Yes, you're right. Please excuse my carelessness.
[ He smooths his hair out, brushing the bangs out of his face. His hair is slick. It's a nostalgic feeling, one that sinks down into his stomach and weighs him down as well as an anchor. The days when he missed his mother have long since passed as she's faded into the back off his memory, as have those days when loneliness discolored his world, and to revisit it is like crawling under a blanket in the freezing cold. The warmth might come, but not until he's laid under it for some time. But it'll be ripped away long before that can occur. But he shouldn't dwell on that.
He turns over onto his knees, his calves half-protruding off the step as he folds his arms and cants his head to watch the water sink into the tub. His ears twitch as he listens to the water splash against the bottom and sink into the drain. His too pale for it to be anything but health issues. Hiyori knows more than enough about medicine and biology, both that of humans and felines, to guess, but he says nothing as his eyes flick up to the other. His tail gradually sinks down, laying partially on his legs and extending to the step as he settles.
He looks down at his own shirt at length, reaching down with one hand to toy with the hem. Komaeda is so gaunt compared to him too, his fit and toned frame something that many would be jealous of. But there's no one here today but his owners and the other cat, so he slips it off and loosely folds it in his hands before setting it off to the side. He wonders about the other's seeming unwillingness to remove his pants, but he can't imagine that anyone would take a bath with them.
He's always hated being looked down on, but especially for not knowing things. It's irritating. It makes him want to gouge the eyes out of anyone who does so they can no longer see down their nose, and to rip their tongues out to silence their worthless words. He has the distinct sense that he can only look forward to more of that now though. Quite frustrating. ]
Komaeda-san?
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So he shakes his head, holding his hands up in front of him with his fingers splayed before dropping them back down. ]
Please, there's no reason to worry so much, Komaeda-san. I've invited you in, have I not? That means that I've decided you may stay.
[ He's a bit ill-mannered, yes, and he's is still a little sore about their initial moments. He's decided to forgive that small misunderstanding so long as it's not repeated. Hiyori has decided that he may stay and has laid a claim on him in the same way he might a new favorite toy. He smells odd, but for the moment he's content with the fact that they've been able to exchange scents.
He's not sure how to say that he's a fair bit more civilized than some alley cat without causing offense, so he opts for something different, ]
You can leave them. We have servants, so they'll take care of it for you... Hm, are you particularly sensitive to scents? I believe that a mix of lavender, rose, and neroli can be quite soothing.
[ Putting essential oils in the bath is out of the question, as it sticks to fur and skin and can be licked off later, but there's an oil diffuser on one of the shelves. It's a nice combination for stressed out cats, such things are often used to help new cats adjust to each other. He undoes the button of his pants as he asks, smile plastered on his face. ]
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His tail perks back up as he places his hands on the edge of the tub and pushes himself back and off of the step, the soles hitting the floor first before he pushes off and presses back on his heels into a proper standing position. ]
Please. I'll join you once I've finished.
[ He fixes the button of his pants back into place. He can always undo it again if what he needs is in here, but he would rather not leave the room without at least this much. It's one thing to agree to it around another cat or his owners, but it's another to bump into the humans who work and visit in such a state. He walks over to one of the sinks first, checking in drawers and the cabinets beneath. He takes out one bottle, but the rest must be missing, because he disappears out the door soon after. ]
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There's plenty of hand towels, and various goodies for the tub as well, including bubble baths, bath bombs, and various essential oils (and Komaeda will be lucky enough to find the lavender hidden among the bottles, having apparently been misplaced among the other bath supplies.) There's even a few candles and other accessories for ambience. It's all quite luxurious, as one would expect of such a rich household - one wants for nothing here, and he'll have no trouble caring for himself.
It doesn't take long to find what he's looking for, as he knows where everything is, and so the longest part of his trip is spent walking to the closet and then back. He considers his situation as he does so. There is, he thinks, probably something wrong with him to behave so differently than another cat. He gets upset enough to pound at the glass when another cat comes too close, he kneads and headbunts and rolls around in catnip, but perhaps he doesn't have the same social sense. He might change that, but he's too old to be learning from a cat who must be at handful of years younger.
He wonders why he was brought here. It was probably just kindness, as he's in bad shape, but maybe he really was brought for Hiyori. He likes this idea better, since it means that he can keep all of his attention. He's not mated, so there should be no problem with it. It's even possible that they've decided that mixed breed kittens would be better than none at all, but that last one seems unlikely when they know nothing about his history to say if he'd be amenable. He doesn't mind that idea either, but it's crude enough that he decides to leave it in the hallway, shutting the door on it when he renters the bathroom.
He is in an unusually good mood though, despite everything. ]
Ah, Komaeda-san, I was able to find them. It should only take a moment to add them, and they warm up fairly quickly.
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[ It's the overflowing water that catches his eye first. The room is built to handle water overflow. The floor tiles won't be damaged by it, and there's an indiscreet drain in the center of the room that will catch any overflow. He supposes he'll ask someone to mop it up once they're done, but there's no need for that now. He uses his foot to push a pool of water toward the drain as he makes his way over to the tub and turns the faucet off, flicking the device for the drain and letting some of the water leak out until he's satisfied with the level of it.
It's humid in the room from all the steam. It sticks to his clothes and skin, but he can't pull his clothes off and crawl into the bath just yet. ]
No, no, it's no trouble at all. If she brought you in, then of course she'll accommodate you as her guest.
[ He sweeps some of the water off of the stairs, guiding that too toward the center of the room before he walks over, lifting up the bottle of lavender. There's still a small amount left, at least enough for a handful of uses. ]
Oh, we had some... Thank you, I must have overlooked it. I'd hate to open a new one needlessly... Here, why don't you get in first? I'm sure you're eager to be able to wash off. I'll only be a minute.
[ He lifts his hand toward the tub without commenting on the overflow. He's not entirely pleased with this outcome, but it isn't as though scolding him will change what had happened. His owners don't scold him often. They're patient with him as a way to teach him patience, and they avoid yelling at him or scolding him when he's already nervous, and thus far those lessons have worked well in keeping him from being snippy with others. ]
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Hm? Oh, animal rights activists? Yes, some of them can be rather extreme... You have to at least have a plan in those situations...
[ He turns the faucet to stop the flow off water, shaking his hands before drying them out of habit. It sounds like something PETA would do. Can it really be said that there's care and passion if a person is just acting on whims and deciding what's best? They're no different than the so-called captors that they're so upset with. It reminds him of how fortunate he is to be here, and how much better it is for him to be an indoor cat.
He walks over to the steps before undoing his button once more, along with the zipper and slipping out of both his pants and boxers, separating them and folding them over once before dropping them atop his shirt. He's careful in stepping up and into the bath, sinking down with his kneels close to his chest, back against the wall. He sinks all the way down to his chin with a sigh, reviewing the former statement in his head once more. Is that the plan? He doesn't think so.
Only for a day, hm... He flicks the water with the back of his fingers, making a little splash. ]
No, I don't believe that's it. In truth, I'm not certain why she brought you in, or what she has planned. Neither of them have ever brought another cat in, much less a stray that they found on the streets.
[ That is perhaps a bit blunt, but those living a life of luxury aren't known for doing so, and particularly not those who spend exorbitant amounts of money to obtain rare breeds.. Though now that he's looking at him again, he supposes Komaeda's breed likely isn't a common one either. He has the features of a maine coon, cats that can grow up to be quite pretty. ]
She has picked up a few strays, but she's always taken them in... [ He cants his head. ] You seem rather eager to leave.
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[ He sinks down a little more, his knees lowering as his legs stretch out to accommodate the shift in position. It makes him sick to look at the water, and he tilts his head back as the water reaches up to his chin. That, too, feels far away. He's always been well cared for. He's not a human, but in many regards he's treated like one. He isn't allowed to go outside, but he's given everything he needs to be content with that fact. He wonders if the cat before him has ever smiled in earnest, or if he could when life is full of such unpleasant things.
He shouldn't let himself get distracted. He shakes his head and lifts himself back up, reaching over to grab at a pair of bottles before offering both to the cat before hi. He's rather small for his breed. It's possible that he's still growing, or otherwise that he was the runt of the little. Hiyori is a little taller than most of his kin, so it's not impossible. ]
... Here. These are meant to help with fleas and ticks, so you'll be able to get rid of the first set of them. We have some medication that you can apply after to rid you of the rest, and it'll protect you from any others. You might need a couple treatments due to how infested you are, but just this much should help a great deal.
[ He'll need some too. If the shampoo is conditioner are taken, he'll follow it up with a corresponding body wash. If Komaeda cares to look, he'll see that it's a mild formula for those with sensitive skin. He assumes that the boy before him wouldn't do well with anything heavily scented. In either case, he'll watch him thoughtfully, rolling through options in his mind. It would be best if he at least stayed long enough to be cared for, but if not he supposes that he could send him along with some. Still, the idea doesn't settle well with him. It makes his stomach churn and his heart sink, and there's the sudden need to say something to keep him here... How strange. He's never been like this with guests before.
He continues on without waiting for the other to process his explanation, ]
Won't you at least consider staying until you've been treated? I, ah, can't quite understand, but it should do no harm to stay in one place for a few days... I'd rather not send you out bitten up by bugs and scraped up as you are.
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[ In his case, that would mean until he's free of his infestation. The water is truly disgusting by now. It's full of dead insects and dirt and God only knows what else, and that's more than enough reason to keep him for a time. It does ease his heart, and the thought of spending more time with him is enough to cause butterflies to flutter in his stomach. It's just for a short time, but he finds himself caring less about the state of their bath as he sets a bottle to the side.
He brings his heels in, shifting onto his knees before facing the edge of the tub that faces the stairs. He places his hands on it, looking up and to the side. They have a towel holder, but he'd been distracted enough that one set had been left on the floor. His ears lay back as reaches over for that, half pulling himself onto the ledge as he claws at it before finding purchase. There's a wave as he settles back in with it, content with having succeeded.
It's a surprise that he's willing to expose his back to Hiyori given his nervousness, but perhaps he has started to settle a touch. There's a nice scent wafting through the room, and perhaps that's what's helping to improve his mood as well. ]
I'd be happy to... Here, turn around -
[ He dips his hand into the water, watching as the washcloth flutters up before settling as it collects the water. He lifts it back up, wringing the water off before dripping a liberal amount of soap onto it. ]
- I've never had another cat in the house, so it's a bit like being visited by a distant cousin for me.
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The corners of his lips twitch up into a smile as the tail swishes against him. It looks terrible, and it's not quite pleasant, but it's nothing that can't be washed up and the damage is nothing that such care can't fix. They have access to better resources than most, so the process will be far less painstaking than it might be were he to find himself in the hands of any other.
Eventually, as he's working his way down from his upper back to the small of his back, he answers, ]
... I would be disappointed if they hadn't found me by then.
[ Hiyori is fortunate in every way, but in that regard he doesn't think himself to be special. There are owners who don't care, but even those in poverty will painstakingly look for pets that they have lost, plastering up missing powers and offering monetary rewards that they simply don't have. Nor is it especially difficult in this day in age where animals are advertised and there are conscious efforts to reunite those lost with their owners.
Maybe he had tried and failed, or maybe something had happened where he had to stop. It wouldn't change the hurt he would feel if he were left to find them instead. It's fortunate that he has such things to focus on; they chase away any odd thoughts of wrapping his arms around the other and licking and nibbling on his ear, or letting his hands wander lower and lower at a time when such things would be more inappropriate than ever, instead focusing his thoughts on something less crude. His ears lay back, his tail curling around his body. ]
I suppose if I had no where else to go then I would, but... Hm, I'm not certain what I would do if I found somewhere else.
[ He hesitates with those last words, afraid they might come off as baiting. But it's the only honest answer that he can give. If he went back, he's not sure he would be able to look at them the same... But the cat in front of him might be different. He seems lonely, but resigned to that as much as anything else in his situation. ]
If it's what you want, we can certainly assist you in returning to your owner. It should be easy enough to find them.
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[ It's sad to hear. His owners have protected him from all harm. Those that come into their home are carefully curated to ensure they'll do none, while he's kept from the outside where such fates await. He takes his time in finishing up with the remainder of his back, touching upon a few parts of his side that are so easily overlooked. He wonders if he would be amenable to redrawing the bath after he's done. It's filthy enough that they're just going to get dirty all over. Still, he looks far better than he had, and the shivers and lack of growls or hisses tells him that he's not being so rough as to cause offense.
He'll have to get him some water after this, and some wet food. He would do well to have a good meal and to hydrate, and then perhaps he can invite him to the sunroom to warm up his cool body. His owners are generous hosts, and so he must be as well... But it's a bit more than that. Hiyori wonders if he does well, if the other might not find himself less hesitant to stay in his presence.
How strange, how strange... Maybe that really is why she brought him in, aside from her own kind heart, as he's heard that cats do better in pairs. ]
Ah... You are free to stay here if you would like... It's only myself and my owners, as they never had children, and we want for nothing. It would be no trouble to house another. I believe we would all come to be rather fond of you, and, ah... I truly am not normally so inconsiderate...
[ Those words are cautious and careful, the tone of a person who wishes to ensure that they don't come off too strong in their proposal. He flinches as the water splatters across his face. Hiyori rinses off the washcloth once more, squeezing fresh soap onto it before leaning over to offer it to him, careful not to press against his back for fear of agitating his injuries. ]
I was mistaken... This may be a touch bold, but you are a beautiful cat, and you seem to be charming in your own right, and I should think that anyone should be happy to have you in your home.
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