( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori

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With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

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Sometimes. They work a lot, and they take their work with them as well...

[ The idea of a cat eating at the same table as its human owners is a repulsive one, but the extremely rich and genius are always the oddest and they're often inclined to invite him over. Still, their eating schedules don't align often even when they're home, amongst other issues, and when guests are over they wouldn't want a filthy animal sitting with them. He's not dirty at all, but no amount of grooming would convince anyone otherwise... But, he really does want to share a meal with someone like him.

His head tilts back, nose rising as he sniffs the outdoor air. It's fresh and clean, the smells he associates with the windows and doors being opened on nice days. The other cat has agreed to stay until he's better, but it makes his chest tighten to think of when he leaves for the last time. This could be it if he so chose. He twists the handle of the door a few times. ]

Alright... I'll be waiting, then...

[ He perks up when the other stumbles, and there's a step forward before he comes to a sudden halt and draws back, as though he'd run into some invisible wall. His ears lay back, his tail slips between his legs and curls around him, and he bites his lip. It's an embarrassing display of cowardice, but it's a testament to how well his owners have conditioned her. ]

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[ Hiyori is quick to shut the door after. The idea of leaving is enough to make him shiver, and he toys with the lock for a few seconds before clicking it. The bolt lock and chain he leaves undone, though he stares for an additional several seconds before he abandons it. There's a heaviness in his chest that wasn't there earlier today, that shouldn't be there now, and he can't quite understand why that is.

There's no sense in worrying about it. Rather than try to understand such a complicated wanna unnecessary feeling, he quickly checks the adjacent rooms until he runs into a servant to ask for help with both cleaning up the now soaked bathroom and preparing a guest room properly, listening extra linens and a few other things to make another cat more comfortable. It's not quite so much that he's in charge in the absence of his owners as that he knows when to approach them.

Once that's done, he'll slip into the kitchen to at least start pulling out the tuna. It's close enough to the entrance room that he'll hear the door so there's no particular reason for him to wait around like a dog waiting for it's owner, but...

Still, he finds himself drifting out and back into the entryway with his ears perked up, listening for any sign of someone returning. ]

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[ It does nothing for him when he approaches the door, his ears perked, nor when he peers out the window to see nothing but plant life. There's trees and bushes alongside the flora, a well manicured garden that he's never once touched. They have a few catnip plants that they pluck the flowers off of in addition to both indoor and outdoor cat grass, but he's never indulged in the latter as he's seen strays do

But he's not some slobbering mutt, so he won't peer out the window and whine like some slobbering mutt; until his owners come back, he's as in charge as any animal can be, and he has to keep himself busy. So keep himself busy he does, slipping back into the kitchen and beginning to slice up the tuna - thin slices that he shapes into hearts and shapes into roses. The scraps are placed in a bowel for later. If grilled or poached and marinated in gravy they'll make a perfectly fine wet food.

He doesn't complicate the presentation overmuch though, opting to keep it simple as he layers then on a pair of plates while leaving room on one side. The other doesn't seem like the type to want something overly complicated, which means the cute shapes should at as a nice compromise... Ah, do cats use utensils? His owners had always rubbed his ears and praised him so, certainly most of them should be able to, but... Ah, the other can simply ignore them if he wants.

He said he would come back, so it should be fine. ]

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[ Hiyori's ears twitch at the sound of the door. It doesn't take long for him to reach it. He should take more care in opening it, but as he already knows who to expect he decides to abandon his usual caution. This, of course, proves to be a mistake as what he finds waiting for him is Komaeda holding what appears to be... Is that a dead raccoon?!

His tail falls flat down, puffing up as he takes a startled step back, though it does seem to be the shock of it rather than an actual upset.

It's so disgusting, and he's dirty again too... Is this how cats outside live...? No, of course it is, that's how natural predators are supposed to live. ]

Welcome back.

[ There's no hiding his initial reaction, but he fixes his posture soon enough, and he does manage a small smile. His words are warm, and he is pleased to see him back. He shouldn't be ungrateful when the other is being kind enough to try and share his catch with him. ]

I'm impressed that you were able to hunt something in such a short amount of time...

[ why a raccoon though... ]

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[ That... That is a dead raccoon on the floor. He stares at it for several seconds before he pushes the door shut behind them, locking it up tight but leaving the chain undone. His owners will set it when they come back.

He takes the mushrooms next. The feline tries to ignore the blood splatters on them as he turns them over in an effort to identify them. ]

I believe you cut them open... If the insides are white, then they're safe to eat.

[ He has no practical experience, of course, but a lifetime spent indoors with educational material has at least left him with a fair bit of knowledge. The fur on his tail settles, though it remains low. ]

N-no, that's quite alright, but thank you for the offer... You're very kind to go so far.

[ What is he supposed to do with a dead raccoon... ]

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[ He doesn't remember Komaeda stating that he could be bringing a dead animal in with him. It's not as though Hiyori is a complete stranger to it or even particularly squeamish. His owners lost a pair of exotic birds to him as a kitten, and indoor cats are well known for killing for fun. ]

... Let me show you where the kitchen is. It'll be a better work area for you, and I can get you a knife and any other supplies you need.

[ He would rather not have his owners walk in to find a pool of blood. It won't be much better in the kitchen, but it'll at least be more reasonable. His ears prick, one ear angling to the side and his tail remaining low. ]

Will you need help...?

[ He'd rather not touch a dead raccoon, but it's rude for a host to simply dismiss something that a guest has brought for them in good faith.

Hiyori is going to be scolded for making such a mess in the house... ]

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[ He's a bit too tactful to tell him how inconsiderate it is to drag a dead animal across the floor the same way a killer does their victim's corpse in a horror movie, but nor can he simply ignore it. ]

Er... Let me get that for you...

[ His face scrunches up as he bends over, turning his head away as his hand reaches out the same way a much might when lifting up something vile. He smooths his expression over seconds later, lifting it up and holding it a fair bit away from him. It might as well be trash in his hand, and it's awkward while his other holds the mushrooms, but he does find the right angle to keep it from dripping onto the floor so much.

He'll have to ask somebody to clean this up as well, but it's not as bad as it could be, right...? ]

Yes, I'm adept at working with my hands. My owners taught me how to work on other living creatures, in addition to other things...

[ So in all honesty, he could probably pick up on whatever he might need to fairly easily. He's just being prissy about it. ]

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You're not a vampire nor a mosquito, Kocchan, you shouldn't be drinking blood...

[ But he complies well enough, closing one eye as he adjusts his grip well enough to keep the thing from dripping onto the floor. He'd rather not make more of a mess than needed. There's a puzzled look at the mention of the brain as well, though he manages to keep his smile fixed in place. To his credit, he does well in keeping his thoughts to himself.

Why are strays so disgusting... He's glad he's never been one... ]

But yes, as I promised I made sashimi, if you'd like some...

[ It's fur is so course and dirty... It's difficult, but he's trying not to get nauseous over something that was done as a kindness... ]

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[ His ears lay to the side then perk up, and he visibly recoils as he sees the bug crawling around on it... But that, along with the sight of Komaeda dipping his fingers into the blood, are more than enough to distract him from the bend of his tail. ]

You don't have to say it like that.

[ He mumbles, not quite able to hide his unhappiness with the repeated comparison. There's nothing wrong with how he is. He's just cleaner, and better cared for. What's wrong with that? Shouldn't another cat be happy enough to be taken in? It's bad enough that he calls him by his owner's surname... He supposes it is his too, but it's not something anyone else uses for him. ]

I'd rather not it come from something so filthy, but... [ It's more blunt than he should be, but he can't help but stare at the dead animal. The blood is getting over his claws as they dig into the fur and flesh from his grip tightening, and from there staining his hands. He corrects himself, ] No, excuse me, it shouldn't matter. I suppose it couldn't hurt to try.

[ He has to be willing to concede a little. ]

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[ How shameless for a dirty stray to look down on him so. Fortunately, Hiyori is above repeated com plaints and efforts to belittle someone. His tails swishes slowly behind him, thumping against a cabinet as it does so. He jerks a little bit as the dead creature in his arms seems to convulse from the joint pressure of Komaeda pushing down and Hiyori's hand twitching.

He would've liked to have at least been spared the bloodsplatter. ]

... It's not a matter of taste. It kills parasites and other harmful organisms. My owners ensured that I wasn't at risk of disease.

[ Besides, he can eat other levels of done just fine! He enjoys a medium rare steak , and he's fond of sashimi... But those are items for people with rich tastes, so they won't count. He wishes his owners were here now, really. He wants attention and praise, and he wants a normal meal, and a bath... ]

I can eat medium well, but, t'm not terribly familiar with how to cook raccoon... I suppose baking it would be the easiest way.

[ He's happy not to have it in his hands anymore, but it doesn't seem right to leave it all to him. He's of a higher class and he needs to act like it. ]