open post

[acaseofyou]

they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over

Comments

[noreasonneeded]

She sits on my shoulders all the time and I'm bony, she's fine.

I think it is, yeah. Although of course some people will still misinterpret what you're saying with it.

You're making it sound like I roll around in dirt before using a chair or pillow. I shower daily, barring an emergency.

[acaseofyou]

My shoulders aren't as broad, and I don't have a suit for her to dig her claws into.

That's a given with anything, I figure. Whether it's a difference of perspective or someone not caring enough to try and understand. Thankfully I haven't had much of a problem with you on that front.

More like I'm implying you'd smash up a beanbag out in the rain to get it Just Right.

[noreasonneeded]

I suppose I'll have to be the one to give her the height advantage.

I think it helps that we have similar ideologies in many areas. Or at least similar enough to where we're not often at opposing ends.

In my defense, it's hard to avoid the rain in Ketterdam.

[acaseofyou]

See, she can come to me to get high, and she can come to you to get the other kind of high. It's a perfect split of cat parent duties.

There's honestly not a whole lot I'd oppose you on.

Just don't take my beanbags out in it. Don't figure the cat would like trying to curl up in it while it's all damp.

[noreasonneeded]

She should probably come to me first for mine and then you for your type. She tends to flop more after the catnip.

Likewise.

If I took your beanbag to the roof to sit in the rain, I'd have questions even for myself. No, it's more coming in damp from the rain and not changing out of my suit or drying any hair that got wet. Even with a coat and hat on, some dampness inevitably leaks through.

[acaseofyou]

Oh, absolutely. Gotta put in a strict 'no climbing cat daddy while high' rule in place.

Just let me know you're coming down after being out in that weather. I'll put down a towel on it or something, keep the beans from getting mold from the damp. That or I'll have to make you change clothes before you can sit down.

[noreasonneeded]

Have you ever tried to climb while high? I have when a little drunk, but that was a long time ago. Not onto a person, for clarification.

Changing clothes is a lot of effort unless I need to be presentable again or I'm completely drenched. Towel sounds fair.

[acaseofyou]

Kaz. I have done so many things while high. Not so much climbing not-onto-a-person, though. But yeah, coordination does become an issue.

What if you're changing into something more comfortable? To better utilize the beanbag?

[noreasonneeded]

Yeah, it was back in my lieutenant days. There was a surprise raid while drinking was going on, had to make a hasty exit. I made it out but it's not a situation I'd care to repeat.

What, like letting people see me wandering around in sweatpants? Not really the image I want to project.

[acaseofyou]

Surprise raids are the worst kinds. But I'm glad you got out of it at least relatively unscathed.

Who says anyone will see you? You can change back into your damp dress pants before you leave the basement.

[noreasonneeded]

You and I both.

I sense some judgment in that tone. Though yeah. I suppose I could leave a pair of sweats with you if you really wanted to see me in them.

[acaseofyou]

No judgement! Just... Offering you an option for your basement hours. And I do like the idea of seeing you in sweatpants, Casual Kaz.

[noreasonneeded]

As long as you don't expect me to suddenly be relaxed in them. I draw the line at slacking.

[acaseofyou]

I would never expect you to relax, Kaz. Wouldn't know what to do with you if you weren't tense.

[noreasonneeded]

I prefer to think of myself as always prepared, that sounds better.

[acaseofyou]

Being tense is part of your prep work, obviously.

[noreasonneeded]

Intense, perhaps. Simply saying tense makes me think of a frazzled ball of nerves, and I'm really not that.

[acaseofyou]

No, I wouldn't call you a frazzled ball of nerves. Though I do worry sometimes about how much you're clenching your jaw when I'm not around.

[noreasonneeded]

I promise I haven't broken any teeth.

Would it make you feel better if I brought some sweats to your room now?

[acaseofyou]

Oh, good. You need those.

It might, yes. Definitely worth trying.

[noreasonneeded]

I do, I hate going to the dentist. But I'm not quite ready to knock out all my teeth for dentures.

Need anything else on my way?

[acaseofyou]

Can't imagine there are many that enjoy going to the dentist. One of the benefits of being undead is not needing one.

Just yourself. I'm easy to please.

[noreasonneeded]

Yeah, yeah, brag away. I have a tedious appointment every six months to keep up with your pearly whites.

[He jokes and teases, though dental visits for him have an added difficulty. He's learned how to navigate the world with his difficulties, though.]

Mmm. You're stubborn, but I would say that you aren't obscenely hard to please.

[acaseofyou]

At least they can get you high for a little while. Think of it like a set appointment for laughing gas.

What about you? Should I set something up in the basement to make it more to your liking?

[noreasonneeded]

I don't think they use that much these days, or at least not for routine procedures. I've never been gassed at the dentist.

Nah. I'm also low maintenance, I think.