[ When Dan Heng had brought up the subject of adopting a cat, Cassian hadn't really thought much of it. Barring the dreamscape and having a much younger version of the quiet young man follow him around like he was some nephew of his, Cassian had technically only interacted with Dan Heng once in person over a grim chore and several times after that over the network. A part of him thought that Dan Heng asking if he wanted to adopt a kitten was a joke. Spoiler alert: it was not.
Having parted ways with Dan Heng, Cassian now finds himself in possession of a cat. Er, a kitten. One that is immensely hyperactive and nippy in the way that kittens are and with a nose for trouble. Unfortunately for Cassian who has had zero experience caring for a cat this means that he's at a loss. A really big loss.
He at least knows enough that he should probably buy some supplies for his new pet and can be found wandering around the market looking for pet supplies for the kitten who is nothing but a bundle of squirming fur in his arms. If he looks overwhelmed, it's because he is. It's entirely possible as well that the cat hasn't taken much of a liking yet to this strange, sad-eyed man. So you might find Cassian in a rather public area holding the kitten at arm's length in an attempt to avoid having his face clawed off. If it sounds like Cassian is hissing right back at him, it's because he sort of is in a language that sounds nothing like common.
But then the worst possible thing happens: he loses the damn thing. So rarely does he find himself in a situation where he has to run after something. Usually, he's the one running away. But, oh how the turn tables. A small furball dashes past his periphery and he gives chase apologizing and dodging as many bodies as he can. Maybe he accidentally runs into you. Or maybe he stops you, breathing heavily and looking more ragged than any man should. ]
Have you seen a cat? [ There's a quick shake of his head as he stops to catch his breath. ] Kitten. I mean kitten. It's orange, white and brown - about this small.
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Having parted ways with Dan Heng, Cassian now finds himself in possession of a cat. Er, a kitten. One that is immensely hyperactive and nippy in the way that kittens are and with a nose for trouble. Unfortunately for Cassian who has had zero experience caring for a cat this means that he's at a loss. A really big loss.
He at least knows enough that he should probably buy some supplies for his new pet and can be found wandering around the market looking for pet supplies for the kitten who is nothing but a bundle of squirming fur in his arms. If he looks overwhelmed, it's because he is. It's entirely possible as well that the cat hasn't taken much of a liking yet to this strange, sad-eyed man. So you might find Cassian in a rather public area holding the kitten at arm's length in an attempt to avoid having his face clawed off. If it sounds like Cassian is hissing right back at him, it's because he sort of is in a language that sounds nothing like common.
But then the worst possible thing happens: he loses the damn thing. So rarely does he find himself in a situation where he has to run after something. Usually, he's the one running away. But, oh how the turn tables. A small furball dashes past his periphery and he gives chase apologizing and dodging as many bodies as he can. Maybe he accidentally runs into you. Or maybe he stops you, breathing heavily and looking more ragged than any man should. ]
Have you seen a cat? [ There's a quick shake of his head as he stops to catch his breath. ] Kitten. I mean kitten. It's orange, white and brown - about this small.
[ Fuck this yet-to-be-named kitten. ]