2019-12-18 - Pussycats and Claws
Lilith and Byron talk about their playtime during an investor call where certain noises were blamed on an imaginary cat. They talk about wrangling the angriest dumpster cat to photojournal as proof, which surely will go well.
IC Date: 2019-12-18
OOC Date: 2019-08-27
Location: Around Town
Related Scenes: 2019-12-20 - The Bodega Cat 2019-12-23 - Feline Housekeeping
Plot: None
Scene Number: 3309
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Mmm, so I know it's seared in your brain and all now every time you sit at your desk, which is kind of rather part of the point, but...
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Remember when I blew you all through your business call?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I make some of the best side bets.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I'm not going to say that it didn't make things awkward, but at the time I didn't mind.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Not entirely anyway. You're really good at what you do. 😉
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: We all need a talent. Helps that I love doing it to you, I suppose.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Especially once you get free reign to take all the grr out on me with payback. Rawr.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Is this cat too angry to ambush for a picture after cleaning it? I see it by the dumpster all the time.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: IMG: Pissed off floofy cat with pale fur standing on dumpster edge glaring at the picture taker.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Do you think that Hughes will believe that that's really my cat?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: That is one... frightening kitty.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Accounts for it being an asshole, as blamed on the invisible cat during the call. Besides, I bet it looks better... clean.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You charm with a story and this cat looks like it has a story.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Anyway, if your investor wants pictures, I'm planning ahead for next time. You're free to gag me and spread leg me on your desk during a call even though you lost the side bet.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I'm sweet, see.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Clayton has a cat. A nice one at that. But no, it doesn't look anywhere near mischievous or assholish like this one does. How are you planning on catching this cat?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: If I knew that I could have it all either way, then who knows what I would have bet on!
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You still have to earn bending me over the desk with my hands tied, it's not like I'm spoiling you or anything. Gosh.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: And why would I catch the cat? You're the packmaster, as far as I can tell.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Can't you tell it to just get in the shower or something?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: This isn't me being afraid of that cat's glare at all.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Too bad there's no Jell-O wrestling tournaments in the near future to bet on.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I'd also say that I'm pretty sure that that once the cat's in the shower, that would piss it off, but it looks pretty pissed off already.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: But I was curious as how you would handle the situation. I know how I'd handle it.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You know that old game Mouse Trap we used to play with the contraption and rolling ball and a basket that comes down? That's the only way I'm getting near that cat. You see that stankface just because I took a picture?!
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Besides, it's fight night. We can see who wins the most fighter bets and winner takes all as far as office call excitement goes...
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Scale of 1-10, how disappointed were you not to have me over your knee for spanking and toying with during a call?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: After the outcome last nice? I can't say that I was disappointed at all. As I said, while it was slightly awkward, it wasn't not enjoyable.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I found it quite enjoyable and satisfying. Might take a lunch break upstairs with accessories that buzz to reminisce.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I could drop by for lunch. See if I can pet that kitty.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: And maybe also try to catch that cat.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You love kitties with claws. Now that I've set a lure for you, I guess I can set one for the cat in the form of something edible.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I might stop by the pet place on the way there. Pick up some things. Unless you're planning on brushing that matted thing with your hairbrush.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Ew, no way. But while you're there, you might want to invest in a suit of cat-resistant armor or something for when it's actually being washed and brushed, I'm not sure your mindbanging has control over something so... angry.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I feel like we could be sane people and just take a picture of Alexander's cat, but now it's kind of principle, isn't it? I think we were made to be lion tamers or something. Maybe this is why we fuck on balconies. We like to tempt death.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: You do know that you're going to have to remove any item off of all of your countertops.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You do know that my breath is going to be sucked out in my sleep with revenge, right? I'm making a will.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: As long as you don't burn down the place in your own fit of revenge...
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: That doesn't sound like me... I'm a pussycat.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Then again, so is this monster.
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