jigokulogs | August Catch-All

Who ⬤ Cain Knightley + various
What ⬤ Various
When ⬤ All throughout August
Where ⬤ Wherever he ends up
Content Warnings ⬤ none yet....
[OOC: This is just a catch all for any stuff I do with Cain in the month of august. So far there is one open prompt featuring a very friendly cat.]

~Nya~ Open/All

Cain was smart enough to know that his stealth cat shouldn't be the same as one he wandered out in public in. And he also knew that Captain Shiki had told him to be discreet-and he didn't want to disappoint her-but he really wanted to practice in the mean time, and what better way to do that then making friends with everyone?

So there was now a very large, very fluffy orange maine coone cat wandering around the streets on the local divisions, chasing down any diversion he saw and rubbing up against various yokai legs. It was much easier to find people in this state, with his sense of smell and willingness to be pet. He had a time limit to work on, so he couldn't do this all the time-plus it left him exhausted-but every other day or so he could stroll the markets.

Fellow Lost Souls were no different-as soon as he scented them, Cain was jumping down from his perch on a couple of boxes to come over and start rubbing up against the person's leg.

[ooc note: anyone who can sense magic or magic abilities will probably be able to tell the cat is magic or at least not a normal cat, but there's no real threat or sense of danger to him otherwise.]

~Wildcard~ [Have an idea or anything else? Feel free to contact me anywhere to plot anything.]

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[It was worth it to see the man like this, at least. Cain's sure it would all vanish if he turned back, so he's resolved to stay in this shape until he couldn't anymore.

He's not going to protest at any manhandling Jon does to him, merely just hanging there like a ragdoll if he's picked up. He's immediately chowing down on the salmon when it is offered, looking up and give the man a 'mrow?' Was he not eating either? Surely the rice then was for him?]

[Jon watches the cat start to nibble up the salmon and nods approvingly. He's got a bit on his own chopsticks when the cat gives him that inquisitive sound.]

Hm? Oh, I'll eat, don't worry. Still getting used to... All of this. [He shrugs one shoulder, sort of meaning getting used to food in general.] Went so long without eating, I'm still figuring out if my digestion can handle food again. So... Simple things. [A bite of rice and salmon together is easy enough.]

Not like you have to worry about that, hm? You're happy to get anything, I suppose.

[Hm...not eating? Did that mean Jon wasn't human? Or some sort of immortal, maybe. Oz said that as he grew stronger he didn't need to eat as much and mainly now did it because of Arthur. Too bad it was nothing Cain would ever be able to ask about.

He just meowed again. Sure he liked pretty much any food, but he had his tastes too! He wondered if the man would ever accept any fried chicken or stew from him in the future. Maybe he'd reveal more things to Cain as a cat then...

He had a piece of his own salmon left but he picks it up with his teeth and puts it on top of his rice.]

[Maybe Cain will find out. Maybe he won't. Time will tell. But for now, he's lowkey thrilled to be eating with a cat this calmly. For as much fuss as he kicks up at working in the Enma offices, it's still infinitely more pleasant than the Apocalypse.

He watches the cat put together his sushi with Jon's rice.]

Are you trying to give that back? No, that's yours, friend. You keep that. [He'll move his chopsticks to one hand, reaching to pet the cat's head with his newly freed one.]

[Apparently it's also normal for this guy to have cats that understand human speech-or maybe he just thinks Cain is a very odd cat. He's purring as he leans back into the petting hand, settling himself down on the table where he probably shouldn't be. He staring at Jon and his food, blinking slowly. He needs the meat more than Cain anyway.]

[Or just normal to have one sided conversations with cats who absolutely do not understand him. Jon's just one of Those People TM.

Oh but that slow blink... GOSH DARN IT. He'll move to scritch under the cat's chin before resuming eating his rice.]

You're a good cat. Thank you for joining me for lunch. [Munch munch.] It's nice, being somewhere that isn't destroyed.

[He's a good cat!! The purring gets exponentially louder after that and the chin scritches. Still, he was curious about that last statement. Somewhere that wasn't destroyed? What was that about?

He's letting out a chirp that could be him asking, or could also just be a cat meowing.]

[Probably just a cat meowing.

But Jon also feels better talking to an animal that doesn't understand him. He keeps up the pets, food easily forgotten in favor of his guest.]

You know, whole world destroyed, apocalypse. What it sounds like this place went through for a few weeks.

[Well, that didn't exactly sound fun. Cain didn't know whole world destroyed having barely hung on the last Calamity, but having your entire world threatened was certainly not a good idea to live or cope with.

He's shuffling forward on his paws so he can push his face against Jon's. It was all he can do in the face of that, not even being strong enough to protect one single person normally. Was it wierd a cat was trying to empathize with him? Maybe. Or maybe again, it's just a cat.]

[It's probably just a cat. And Jon is, for better or worse, unreasonably soft to felines. Easier to talk to than people precisely because of moments like this. He laughs a little at that, running a hand down the cat's spine.]

Well, thank you for the concern. I think... I think it's fixed now. [He settles with an exhale, just scratching around his ears now.] I'm fairly certain my dying fixed it. So... It's all right. This place isn't so bad of an afterlife.

[Well now Jon gets a sad pathetic meow out of the cat. What is this about Jon being dead! He's right here with Cain, and he seemed to be doing okay all things considered. And how would that have fixed anything anyway?

But he couldn't say any of that, especially if he'd been in his normal form, so he's just meowing some more and shoving his face up against Jon's.

And also probably getting fur all over his food.]

August Catch-All

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