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Characters: Konoe and you
Date: May 1st
Location: Dreaming Bridge, randomly around the city
Situation: There's a very lost and confused catboy who's arrived in the city. This place is too strange for him to handle
Warnings/Rating: None yet, except for possible catscratches

~A~

The city of Aifaran and the Dreamfolk that now inhabited it were probably used to a variety of strange sights, and todays was a young man with cat ears and a crooked tail despairingly clawing at a wooden post. A shopkeeper had been breaking down his stall, only to find Konoe attached to the last piece he needed to take care of. He knew how to deal with mungas attacking people's ankles, but a person sized animal? No one was sure how to react.

Konoe himself was just sinking his claws into the wood trying to calm the anxiety of all the strange bright lights and sounds around him, his tail swaying nervously back and forth.

~B~

The next thing Konoe knew was that he was being accosted by some human-like looking creatures. He understood they were probably after money, but the only money he had was the stipend that was paid to newcomers. Konoe knew in cities like this not having money was a bad idea but his pride also didn't allow him to back down.

His fur was standing up and eyes narrowed into slits. "I said I had no business with you and to not bother me."
He was drawing his sword at this point, and the would-be muggers looked less than friendly. Maybe now would be a good time to step in for everyone's sake.

~C~--Closed to Zephyr--

This was exhausting. Konoe, thanks to the kindness of some Kin'nal and Dreamfolk, finally managed to find his way to the Dreaming Bridge where he supposedly had a room to stay. It was better than nothing, he musing, sniffing around the rest of the room and finding it surprisingly familiar like he was back in Bardo's inn. He only allowed himself a little bit of homesickness before picking one of the beds that didn't have a person's scent on it and curling up under the blankets.

He started grooming his fur, but the bed was so soft and comfortable that he soon fell asleep as a lump beneath the blankets, the tip of his tail slightly peeking out from under the sheets.

~D~
Wildcard? You have your own plan? Go for it.

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Probably better for both of them that he stopped that line of questioning, because Konoe wasn't going to contribute anything useful. Instead he looked up awkwardly-at the equally awkward human-staring him in the eye as he kept grooming his tail.

"Am I...doing something wierd? You keep. Looking at me." Konoe didn't know what to say. At least the man wasn't trying to kill him or touch him or anything, but he wasn't used to being stared at. "And I don't need a comb."

"You're the only other person in this room." Zephyr shrugged, and purposefully looked away, locating his own bed to start messing with it.

He didn't have any stuff to settle, he was just looking for something to do with his hands.

Unfortunately, tact hadn't caught up with this tactic. "No comb? Doesn't your fur taste... I dunno, furry?"

Konoe just glared back at him, flicking one of his ears in annoyance. "No. I do this every day. Don't whatever you are do the same thing?"

He was really wondering if these ribika looking people really were Two Canes, but the ones he spoke to didn't recognize the name.

"Not with our mouths, we don't." Not humans, and not divine envoys. Zephyr runs a hand back through his hair almost self-consciously, eying Konoe sidelong. "Most of us use brushes or combs. Or fingers, I guess, if that's your thing, but it's easier to use tools."

Even Lippy used a brush, which was always a fun sight.

"Well it's easier to use our tongues," Konoe said hotly, returning to his grooming with a little more gusto than necessary. Luckily his tail was easily fixable and soon was much smoother and fluffier than before, and Konoe moved onto his arms. It was hard not to feel self-conscious with the other man in the room, watching him, but he tried his best to ignore Zephyr.

"How is that easier?" Zephyr is somewhere between what the hell and actual genuine curiosity. He sits down on the edge of his bed, almost wishing he did have his pack.

It takes him a bit longer to realize he might be watching too much, and he glances away again. "...Sorry. I haven't met any cats like you before."

Konoe did stop and stare while the other man did, not sure what to do in this situation other than freeze. He felt self-conscious, and Zephyr thinking it was wierd was making it worse. Everyone was having such strange reactions that he was wondering if there really was something wrong with him.

"Everyone's been saying that. I've never seen people like you before, but I'm apparently the strange-looking one," he growled, nearly nicking himself with a fang. Konoe froze again when he remembered what that other obnoxious man had told him, his tail curling up into a tight ball.

He had to ask. He had to know if that was a thing. "Do I-do I really look like a fetish? Like...?"
He couldn't even finish the sentence.

"You're just new. We'll get used to it." Zephyr shrugs this off with a sort of amiable faith in the ability of people to adapt. Though the cat growling is a little concerning...

That train of thought is completely derailed by the question. "A fetish?" Wow, this is not the conversation Zephyr started having, and not the one he wants to be having. "Who's been telling you that?" As both a method of not talking about fetishes, and also potentially figuring out if there's anyone who might need a stern talking to.

Good for Zephyr that Konoe didn't want to make eye contact with his roommate. This was a horribly embarrassing conversation, but Konoe couldn't get it out of his mind. Even if he didn't wholly trust this person, someone he was ending up living with was probably the best choice for things like this. "I don't know. He was tall and looked like you-like a Two Cane-and was talking about security."

"So Two Canes are humans?" Zephyr puts in, just to be clear. He's not sure he gets the name, but he doesn't necessarily have to, as long as he knows what Konoe's talking about.

He makes a note about a tall human, possibly with similar coloration. "Fetishes don't have anything to do with security." Leonne, is this punishment? Zephyr would do a lot to not be having this conversation, but he's stuck with the kid, he can hardly not help. "Sounds like he was trying to make his personal problem yours."

"He kept telling me I'm the one who said I looked like a prostitute, but he's the one who started it." Konoe's tail was whacking against the bed with an audible thump; he didn't even hear Zephyr asking about what Two Canes were. "He kept calling himself handsome....What am I even supposed to do about this? Is this how you Two Canes normally act?"

"Humans?" Just so he knows. A fair number of Zephyr's warning flags are set up by Konoe's description, and he's taking on a significantly more serious attitude now, frowning. "No, that's not normal. It sounds like he's kind of a creep."

He scrubs a hand through his hair and considers. "If you see him again, I'd just leave. If he tries to corner you, hit him and get away. You've got good claws, it shouldn't be hard."

"I don't know what you call yourselves." Was his terse answer to Zephyr's question about humans. He thinks he recognized that word from something Razel had told him, but his mind was taken by other things.

"He asked me to have dinner with him though." And unfortunately, Konoe was easily swayed by food.

"People like me." Zephyr shrugs it off. Terminology's probably not important right now, though.

...The last gets a genuinely concerned look. "Don't. That kind of asshole, he'll probably take it as an invitation. You don't want to be having dinner with someone like that, trust me." ...Kind of a laughable request given they just met, but whatever.

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