Tue Apr 16, 2024 9:37 pm
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Pussyfoot winced back when Skatha hissed and lunged in her direction. The ball now rolling off and out of reach from her, little Pussyfoot fell back on her bottom, sitting up and blinking large confused eyes. Not so much frightened, but rather taken aback at the series of events. Unlike Skatha, the white's more defensive and instinctive responses were clearly not up to snuff. Instead, she merely sat as she was, almost seeming lost in what to do and how to act next.
Perhaps she might have attempted another go at her ball, or perhaps take a moment to compose herself with some grooming, but--
“Klah's here! Sorry for the wait-- there was a line, and I recognized a few people, so I said hello!”
Marc'oni had opportunistically returned at the appropriate moment. Casually making his way to their area, he paused to take each klah and set them in the appropriate places.
“One for you,” he casually said, setting the first before Amaata and Skatha. “-and the other for me!” As he set his own, it was then he noticed Pussyfoot sitting as she was. “Oh, did you drop your ball again? Oh well, we'll get it later!”
Pussyfoot, having all but forgotten her almost 'frightening' experience earlier, immediately turned to her owner. Especially when she realized he had more things – things she liked! Without waiting a moment longer, the little white scurried on her clawed toes to the side of the table Marc'oni was standing by. Skidding to a stop right before him, Pussyfoot began a little dance of spins and rearing up on her back legs, reaching and making little 'grabby' gestures to him, and the tasty pastry coated things he held on the tray in his hand. Once again, opting to ignore her ability to fly or climb, even if such traits would have aided in her endeavor.
“Easy, there! You'll have some-- but you have to wait your turn, okay?”