*scampers along behind him* steaksteaksteaksss!
*goes and makes steak*
Pinkie, particularly plump and full of steak, climbed his way up the couch and onto one of the cushions, where he flopped over onto his side and stretched his tiny kitty body out as long as it would go - all the while emitting contended purrs. He lifted a paw to clean his whiskers, but decided they weren’t really all that dirty anyway, and that his arm was happier not moving.
*leans his head onto As’ shoulder* Ain’t he adorable?
*snickers* Mmhm.
(Source: slidetothesecondcircle)
*peeks back out of the coat* ……….. if daddy makes steaks
*smiles* grilled or raw?
…. *pats at one of the buttons on Asmodeus’ shirt* ummmmmmmm.. med’um rare
*chuckles* Alright, alright. We’re good? *holds out hand*
*reaches out to pat his hand* if the steakses right
*stands up* *grins* alright alright. You two wanna help?
*wiggles, trying to bounce in the coat* pinkie help! pinkie help!!!
*unbuttons his coat to help him out* Sure. We’ll help.
(Source: slidetothesecondcircle)
And what else am I supposed to do? He’s not even giving me a chance to make up. He said we were fine at the chicken.
*whines in the coat*
Well… Maybe you should ask him how he’s feeling.
*draws a face* How are you feeling, Pinkie?
*wiggles into Asmodeus’ sleeve* pinkie special……..
And about me?
no like pinkie…..
What gives you the idea I don’t like you?
leaved pinkie at unca gabe again! no happy when pinkie come home! just stupid cat and call pinkie bad and get mad all over again and daddy daddy fight again and daddy say it be better but no! pinkie never come out again. *settles inside the coat and stays there*
*peeks into the coat* Pinkie I was worried you’d still be mad at me. And that you wouldn’t like it if I were ‘too’ happy. Can you forgive me? You’re our ginger fluffball.
*just gives him a look* …………………….
(Source: endless-pulchritude, via mybodyismydiary)
Suppose you’ll have to get more creative with pet names, then, mm? *fiddles with his collar to try to see Pinkie* So? Lucifer? You have things to say to Pinkie, don’t you? Like welcome home, maybe…
Well… Welcome home, Pinkie. Hope you’re not mad at me anymore. *reaches to pet him*
… *allows a pet or two and then whaps his hand with his paw* hffh.
I apologised.
*exasperated sigh* ….
Look, Apologising over and over only leads to one not meaning it anymore but to one getting pissed at the other not accepting an honest apology and treading it like hollow words for the sake of making the other feels worse and worse than they already feel.
*deadpan* Lucifer, he’s a cat. He’s not trying to manipulate you, or whatever you figure he’s doing. Not to mention, no one is obligated to accept an apology, and sometimes you have to work for forgiveness.
And what else am I supposed to do? He’s not even giving me a chance to make up. He said we were fine at the chicken.
*whines in the coat*
Well… Maybe you should ask him how he’s feeling.
Suppose you’ll have to get more creative with pet names, then, mm? *fiddles with his collar to try to see Pinkie* So? Lucifer? You have things to say to Pinkie, don’t you? Like welcome home, maybe…
Well… Welcome home, Pinkie. Hope you’re not mad at me anymore. *reaches to pet him*
… *allows a pet or two and then whaps his hand with his paw* hffh.
I apologised.
*exasperated sigh* ….
Look, Apologising over and over only leads to one not meaning it anymore but to one getting pissed at the other not accepting an honest apology and treading it like hollow words for the sake of making the other feels worse and worse than they already feel.
*deadpan* Lucifer, he’s a cat. He’s not trying to manipulate you, or whatever you figure he’s doing. Not to mention, no one is obligated to accept an apology, and sometimes you have to work for forgiveness.
Suppose you’ll have to get more creative with pet names, then, mm? *fiddles with his collar to try to see Pinkie* So? Lucifer? You have things to say to Pinkie, don’t you? Like welcome home, maybe…
Well… Welcome home, Pinkie. Hope you’re not mad at me anymore. *reaches to pet him*
… *allows a pet or two and then whaps his hand with his paw* hffh.
I apologised.
*exasperated sigh* ….
no. normal cats is stupid. pinkie special. *wiggles in the coat*
Pinkie, that’s rude.
pinkie special!
*bounces on his heels and stares down Lucifer* … Yes you are, kitten. *pats his coat* It’s alright.
*grins at asmodeus* She called it Muffin.
Really? *walks off to sit on the couch with Pinkie* Isn’t that fun.
*snickers*
Suppose you’ll have to get more creative with pet names, then, mm? *fiddles with his collar to try to see Pinkie* So? Lucifer? You have things to say to Pinkie, don’t you? Like welcome home, maybe…
no. normal cats is stupid. pinkie special. *wiggles in the coat*
Pinkie, that’s rude.
pinkie special!
*bounces on his heels and stares down Lucifer* … Yes you are, kitten. *pats his coat* It’s alright.
*grins at asmodeus* She called it Muffin.
Really? *walks off to sit on the couch with Pinkie* Isn’t that fun.
…. *looks unhappy and burrows more into the coat* …No no, don’t worry. Duchess Ligia got a kitten.
Did she now? *sets the basket up on the table and pats the lump of cat in his coat*
Well, she just reported. She is really hyped about it. Duchess Hastia bought it for her.
*nod* That’s lovely. … Isn’t it, Pinkie? Someone to talk to?
no. normal cats is stupid. pinkie special. *wiggles in the coat*
Pinkie, that’s rude.
pinkie special!
*bounces on his heels and stares down Lucifer* … Yes you are, kitten. *pats his coat* It’s alright.