victory_road | cats, man

[As the Gear turns on, there's a loud rustling and scratching of claws against the ground. Not a whole lot of light, it's late after all, just the ambient light from the screen of the Gear itself. Just enough to cast a little light on Estinien's face, eyes open and lying on his back staring at the ceiling of his tent in tired resignation.

The scratching and shuffling comes rapidly closer to the camera, and a large shadow passes over--for those with quick eyes, it's the belly of a Perrserker, which is bouncing around the tent like a godsdamned maniac.

It's 3 AM. Cat's got the zoomies.

This has happened every night for the past two weeks.

Estinien grunts as the manic metal cat uses his stomach as a springboard to launch itself out of the tent, there's a yelp outside and for a split second the inside of the tent takes a reddish-orange cast as his Ninetales breathes fire at said crazy cat just outside. The crashing noises get distant for a little bit, but just as Estinien is sitting up to get his Gear and turn it off, he's knocked back flat on his back by the Return of the Cat, satisfied with its early, early morning chaos, and settling directly on his chest while making the most horrid noise.

Estinien just sighs as deeply as one possibly can with a 60 pound cat weighing you down.]

Truly, are you going to do this every night?

[He frowns and turns off the Gear. Goodnight everybody!]

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If it's a problem why not toss it in its ball?

Unless it is impractical, I prefer not to confine them.

[Is it sentiment? Perhaps, but don't you dare say so to his face. He just doesn't like to be confined himself, so he doesn't inflict it on other things.]

Isn’t also impractical to lose sleep over this crap?

Perhaps. Though I wake early to begin with.

[Sleeping past dawn is sleeping in for him.]

Not at like two or three in the morning.

Unless you do then I don’t fucking know what to say about that

Four to five, merely a bell or two difference. Not enough to matter.

[ Well that's arguable over a prolonged amount of time, but whatever. ]

You do you then.

[ He's not out here to argue peoples' lifestyles when they don't effect his. ]

[Look, let him self-destruct in peace. He's already a ball of questionable coping mechanisms at the best of times.]

Apologies if it interrupted your rest.

[Pleasantries are sort of things he has a tangential knowledge of, so he does sound sort of brief, but sincere.]

Having it broadcasted is what interrupted it.

Tis for this reason I keep this blasted thing at the bottom of my bag. Which works fantastically until some infernal beast goes digging for it.

[The cat is unrepentant and just keeps doing its fork in a garbage disposal purr.]

...Wait. They dig around in your shit for this thing?

I am sure it was searching for food. Tis not as if he truly knows what the Gear is.

[He's not the brightest bulb, really.]

That actually makes some kind of sense.

[ Only the stupid Meowth does that to Bakugou's bag. All the others seem to know better than to try. ]

[Cats have nothing but the audacity.]

As much as anything here does. Again, my apologies. I shall endeavor to find a new way to keep this thing out of the paws of demon beasts that know no better.

[ This is so true. ]

Put the damn thing in a drawer they don't associate with food.

[Estinien realizes it's dark, but...]

Sound advice, were I not currently traveling.

[He doesn't have drawers right now, is what he's saying. He has a tent, which is in itself a luxury as far as he's concerned.]

[ Welp. Now that all makes sense doesn't it? ]

Any trees nearby?

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