[closed]

[playdolls]

WHO: Pitou and People
WHERE: Around
WHEN: March
WHAT: Stuff.
WARNINGS: Pitou is a gruesome little jerk.

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IZUNIAs (separate or together, no pref)

[playdolls]

[ There's a pair of black shoes precisely hand-painted with an array of blood-shot disembodied eyeballs. This pair of shoes could clearly only belong to one person. Pitou is on their couch, in a pair of blood-splatter print leggings which can be seen over the back of the couch, their sock-clad feet extended up towards the ceiling, their head trailing off the cushions towards the floor. It's pretty clear upon clearing the line of sight that they ended up in this position while playing with Penelope who is now kneading in their hair, into a loose bun that's dripped down past their ear. Pitou is watching videos on their phone from this position, and they call out distractedly, ]

Welcome home. Are you a grieving widow yet, did he die out at sea or something?

[ Doesn't give a fuck which one of them is actually entering the room. ]

[daemonized]

[That would be Ardyn entering the room, to view this very odd sight. Well, given who it is, maybe it's not so odd at all.

He sets his keys down on an end table nearby, quirking a brow at Pitou.]

He perished at sea, a most terrible sort of death. Limbs torn asunder courtesy of a sea monster's wrath.

[They let themselves in so often now, Ardyn can't even be baffled as to why they're here.]

[playdolls]

[ Oh it's just him. ]

If only. There was a sea monster and no one actually died.

[ It was really boring. ]

[daemonized]

[He looks at Pitou skeptically, but then again, what else is new?]

Well, that’s rather dull. But good enough news for me.

[He crosses the living room, and since Pitou is technically a… guest??? He feels vaguely obligated to entertain them for a minute or two. Ardyn takes a seat nearby.]

Anything in particular bringing you here today?

[playdolls]

[ Pitou remains upside down, but turns their head to look at him. ]

I can feel my nen.

[ Ever since Ardyn came and showed them his magic, they've remembered nen. The basic concept of an extrasensory power. They have known, all that time, that they had it, but they had been waiting, waiting, waiting for it to awaken.

Being crushed by an enormous crate out of the stormy seas had at last opened their pores. Severe damage to the body, a dangerously powerful strike, was a known activator. Their life's energy is free to breathe around them now. ]

[daemonized]

[Unfortunately for Ardyn, that doesn’t mean much to him. He peers at Pitou questioningly, leaning back into his seat in a casual, but non-dismissive sort of way.]

And what does that mean, exactly?

[He’s listening, intently, despite their usual mode of repartee which is normally anything but productive.]

[playdolls]

[ They let their phone thump out of their hand onto the carpet, instead lifting their hand to stare at it. One can see another person's nen with the right skills and practice. For now though, Pitou is just staring at their own. ]

It's what I thought about when you showed me magic, but I think it's different. It coats my whole body. A warm, wet, cushion like being an embryo again.

[ Like being back in their egg, pulsing, waiting. ]

It's life energy. I have a lot of it.

KAMUI

[playdolls]

[ Pitou needs a haircut, they know this, but they're just not feeling overly motivated to deal with it. So they've tucked their slate grey dyed hair up into a brimmed peach colored hat, under which one ear pokes out the side. The rest of their outfit is similarly lackadaisical, the kind of thing they wear when they're not really in the mood for the more elaborate costumes they can be caught in at other times. Clean white sneakers, black jeans, a white collared shirt and a plain denim jacket. It would look nicer, they think, without the tail throwing off their color story, but there's nothing to be done about it. It's not very comfortable trying to tuck the tail out of sight, so instead its draping lazily off the side of the bar stool.

For the past five minutes, Pitou has been playing a game of hangman with a few other customers. They had been given a stick of chalk and permission to draw on the glossy bartop, where it could easily be wiped away when they were done.

However, Pitou has outwitted their companions by making their choice of word one which ends in 'tion'... meaning there's all too many possibilities for answers. The hangman is long since dead, and Pitou is getting bored with their continued guessing... ]

It wasn't 'inception' the first three times you guessed it.

[ Apparently 'indiscretion' is too hard a word for these drunks. ]

[foeyay]

[Kamui's own indiscretion won't help these poor drunks end their fruitless game. Now that the bartender has finally given up on humoring him, he sighs into his glass of cherry cola and resigns himself to a night of sober trolling. Sober trolling is spiteful trolling. When Kamui catches sight of a bored stranger murdering a stick figure while that crowd of boozers scratch their chins, he smiles very spitefully.

Target sighted, Kamui slides off his stool, adjusts the leather jacket over his blue hoodie, and inserts himself between Pitou and their merry men.]

Wooow! You guys sure are idiots. [He whistles jovially, loudly.] Not only are you sad enough to be playing hangman on your night out, but you're losing. Anyone here who isn't a pathetic, single loser raise your hand so I can draw you in that noose. Everyone else can just draw themselves.

[playdolls]

[ Pitou's eyes turn towards this cheery jerk, an eyebrow raised lazily. The drunks are too sloshy to care much about the insults, laughing that yes it is idiotic and they're ready to be done with it. Pitou must have been cheating anyway. They make a call demanding the cat-creature buy them a round of drinks to make up for their troubles.

This turns Pitou's expression sour immediately. ]

Absolutely not, I won, you owe me.

[foeyay]

[Kamui claps his hands before slamming them down on the bartop and rattling the chalk.]

Hey, you heard the guy! I'm the witness, and I saw all of you lose like the two-bit background characters you are! Each and every one of you better buy a drink right now and hand it over! If one or two of them just happen to go missing though, don't worry. I'm sure they'll go to a good cause.

[playdolls]

[ The drunks grumble, trying to form enough coherency to mutiny against this unfair demand, but Pitou interrupts their muttering: ]

Bartender! Let's go! Orders up!

[ A commanding tone, clicking their long, inhuman nails on the bartop, a clear threat that someone is going to lose an eye in a minute.

The drinks get poured, but the crowd also leaves their stools, relocating at a table at a distance. Pitou good-naturedly puts several of the glasses in front of Kamui. Not like they really needed all of them, it was just the principle of the thing. ]

Finally, some peace.

[foeyay]

Finally, some suds.

[Because that's what matters here. Though he won't drink more than one glass, Kamui's feeling all kinds of smug. The satisfaction he craves comes from procuring the booze without lying about his age, not from getting drunk on it.

He holds up one of the glasses Pitou gave him, aiming for a congratulatory toast.]

Wanna play a better game?

JAMIE

[playdolls]

[ To be quite honest, the only reason Pitou comes to the Tea Kittle is to make the cat-allergic owner sneeze. Now that they have their very own cat tail and cat ears, it is an easy feat to achieve. Otherwise though, they have begun to avoid such cat themed places... being bothered by crazy cat people is a drag. They dislike the constant assertion that their ears and tail are cute. They are a flesh eating monster. They are not cute.

To this end, they are always rather sour and jerky whenever they're in the shop, despite their satisfaction at driving the owner out of the room...

They're currently glowering impatiently at Jamie, waiting for a latte with the appropriate amount of foam. Tail swishing at their back, swish swish swish. Like the tail of a cute cat clock... Their rather cute pastel colored outfit today also isn't helping their appearance as a blood-thirsty animal.

Though their very sharp claws clicking on the countertop aren't a bad threat, currently painted black. ]

[floret]

[ So, Jamie's a cat fan. He dotes on his four-legged fluffy roommate (creatively named "Kitty"), he owns more than one (but fewer than four) items of clothing with some kind of feline motif, and of course, he's able to quite happily work here, at a place that somehow manages to be the most cat-filled establishment in the city despite the fact that it contains no actual cats. (Except for when Pitou is here, of course!)

But he also knows how to behave! So even though Pitou's tail and ears are extremely adorable indicative of a fearsome obligate carnivore, he makes no comments, gives no compliments, and in fact carefully avoids having any kind of out of the ordinary reaction at all. Pitou's a customer like any other, and he's certainly not in the habit of making remarks about customers' bodies.

However, he does give one indication that he's noticed their, er, features. This particular beverage comes standard with a bit of charming latte art. Normally, for obvious reasons, he draws a cat. But when he finishes with Pitou's and slides it across the counter, what's staring up from its foamy surface is...

...a little pig! ]

Thank you for waiting! Enjoy your beverage.

[playdolls]

[ Pitou eyes the pig with a pique of amusement. ]

What, no cat paw?

[ Their tone is wry. ]

[floret]

Sorry! It just didn't come out that way this time. But if you like, I can pour some more milk and give it another try. No additional charge.

[playdolls]

Yep.

[ Oh... well. That's just Pitou's personality, but they're also smiling with narrowed eyes. Toying with people amuses them, is that a step up from their previous irritated scowl? From a customer service perspective, maybe.

They push the cup back towards him. ]

[floret]

[ Oh man... he was totally joking...
... but he can't go back on his word. Thanks to his years of customer-facing work, he's able to avoid displaying any hint of surprise as he takes the cup back.

He stirs the art into oblivion, then starts over... he's a bit quicker at this one, but still, he's not going to half-ass it.

After a moment, he presents the redone drink, complete with cat paw! ]

Thanks for your patience. Enjoy!

HOWARD

[playdolls]

[ Pitou is in their work clothes, as one might expect at the morgue. Black slacks, a clean white shirt, black suspenders. The staid look is ruined by the tail and the ears, but it's clear that effort was made. Their hair, grown slightly too long, is tied back into a nub of a ponytail. They smile when Howard appears, but mostly because he has a coffee in his hands. ]

Perfect!

[ Just what a nyancromancer needs at the end of a long day. ]

Ready to meet the cast?

[ Do they mean cats, or corpses??? ]

[ohrlyeh]

Uh, yes. Here's your coffee.

[Pitou had the cat ears and tail before, but now that Howard is meeting them a second time, he's actually, well, taking it in for the first time. First, he just thought it was a fashion thing, like something teenagers just randomly wear, but now that he looks at it...]

Uh. This might be an odd question, but...are those really real?

[He gestures to his head to indicate the ears.]

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[ Pitou gives him an irritable look, glancing over their shoulder as they drink from the hot coffee. ]

Depends on what you mean by real. They are attached to me head with flesh, but I don't hear out of them.

[ Not yet anyway. ]

[ohrlyeh]

Oh. [He's instantly sheepish, cognizant he might have asked too personal a question, too dumb a question - he shifts his gaze to the side, trying hard not to look at his ears (as much as he really wants to).]

A Retrospec change, I suppose...? [He smiles ruefully.] I'm familiar with that...

[playdolls]

So what are you?

[ A blunt response, ignoring any sheepishness, either willfully or blithely... ]

You're too weird to just be some human.

[ohrlyeh]

[He actually jerks in place, like a live wire has been placed under his feet - his eyes widen as he shakes his head from side to side. His voice comes out in a quick, nervous stutter:]

W-what? Me? I-I-I'm...uh, human. I am. I'm just...weird, alright?

[His cheeks are flushed deeply, which looks strange on his pale face.]

That's all.