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Jan. 19th, 2016 04:41 pmABOUT Appearance like this. 5'11 with long maroon hair and matching (slitted) eyes. and cute cat ears! missing his right hand. Abilities Nothing to worry about. He's only a cat, after all. About HE HAS A VERY LOW VOICE kind of purry. I am endlessly charmed by this. PERMISSIONS
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Dec. 28th, 2011 12:06 am[The Cheshire Cat is... frustrated. The new Duchess is irritating, tries too hard to be overly fond of him, is too talented at hitting close to the wounds of his Duchess' demise. She's pushy where her predecessor was accepting of his tendencies, but she honestly just chafes at him and it's been too much for him.
So he's waltzing up to the Hatter's door, opening it and strutting in like he owns the place, completely disregarding any concept of trespass that might have crossed the mind of one that isn't a cat.]
Hello, Hatter.
So he's waltzing up to the Hatter's door, opening it and strutting in like he owns the place, completely disregarding any concept of trespass that might have crossed the mind of one that isn't a cat.]
Hello, Hatter.
[The Cheshire Cat is familiar with the idea of waking up to a ceiling he doesn't recognize. One doesn't stay the night with another woman every single night without growing comfortable with waking in unfamiliar surroundings.
This time it's an apartment, obviously small and for the most part utilitarian, even when only judging by the bedroom. A full-sized bed with a warm comforter and clean sheets.
Something's wrong, though. Different. The Cheshire Cat opens his eyes, and props himself up on his elbow to examine his bedmate.
Well, this certainly isn't the usual married woman pining for his charms. Not a woman at all, in fact. The Cheshire Cat chuckles at the novelty of finding a man on the other side of the bed.]
((ooc; all i could think of was a morning-after meme situation IDEK))
This time it's an apartment, obviously small and for the most part utilitarian, even when only judging by the bedroom. A full-sized bed with a warm comforter and clean sheets.
Something's wrong, though. Different. The Cheshire Cat opens his eyes, and props himself up on his elbow to examine his bedmate.
Well, this certainly isn't the usual married woman pining for his charms. Not a woman at all, in fact. The Cheshire Cat chuckles at the novelty of finding a man on the other side of the bed.]
((ooc; all i could think of was a morning-after meme situation IDEK))