we've never met but can we have a coffee or something / monthly prompt 'treat'

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"](done for the monthly prompt ‘treat’ I’ll get his log up after I get dinner)

After all the time he had put into managing both the duties he now had as leader and working through his own head, one would say Sephiroth needed to take a break.  Thing was he didn’t see himself as one to take part in frivolous and pointless tasks, and put all of his time and effort into work.  It was his purpose that had been given to him when he first joined up to now being the head of the group, and was he wad going to see it out as his past purpose slowly came back to him.  And even slivers of that told him of his importance, so no matter he needed to fulfill that destiny.

Maybe somebody in the group wanted him to relax.  Maybe it was one of those spirits wandering about the world.  Or something else entirely.  Either way it seemed like somebody out there wanted him to relax.

The silver Pharaoh would step out of his private quarters and enter the main ruins to see a bag of…something on the ground before his paws.  It was a see through bag of several white, puffy looking shapes.  A faint smell drifted from the bag that was caught by his enhanced senses, something vaguely sweet and clearly edible.  Sephiroth would prod the packaging with a paw before he took a sharpened claw and opened the treat.  The word came to him after he plucked a squishy white shape from the bag with a claw and held it up to his face.  Marshmallows.  Somebody, something, whatever, had left behind a bag of jumbo marshmallows at his doorstep.

What did they want him to do with this?  He was a stone cold serious leader of a clan, not somebody who could waste away their days eating random snacks!  But….he had caught a whiff of sugary confections during his visits to other clans for parties and they had smelled rather nice.  Throughout his whole he hadn’t eaten more then what he needed, he never really spoiled himself.  Even in his fragmented memory he could only recall the long distant recollections of bland tastes of necessary rations and other similar foods meant to keep yourself and nothing else.

Sephiroth would extend his senses for a second to make sure he was alone and quickly looked back and forth throughout the ruins.  He was by himself, the others seemed to be out attending to their own duties.  Like he should be doing.  But he had worked so hard, and he probably earned a little bit of recreation.  The lion brought the puffy treat to his mouth and took it all into his jaws in one bite, chewing at the sugary treat carefully.  Hm.  Even he had to admit it tasted…rather nice.

The Pharaoh would slink off to a dark corner nearby, carefully making sure he made as little noise as possible as he carried the bag of marshmallows with him.  Settling down into a crouching position, Sephiroth would hook more marshmallows with his claws and gobble them up swiftly, feeling something akin to pleasure swell up in his chest.  He rarely felt it, or any emotion close to that especially when he was so focused on his destiny of power and leadership, but even he in all his silver glory had to admit when something felt nice to do.  Such as treating ones self with, well, treats.

#psychosocial.

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

Jiyu was not actually the sort of feline who was vengeful or spiteful, yet she had been raised on an eye for an eye or an eye even when an eye hadn't been taken. Sep had played a dangerous game without even being aware of it, monsters could only be so contained. When she had arrived home after the gathering, the calico had realized how cruel he had been towards her and well she was never one to take such things lying down. When her brother had removed her chance of ever being reincarnated of ever having a life where the emptiness wasn't all she knew? He had only been saved from her 'wrath' because of her deep emotion towards him, even if she had been unaware of the sheer depth of that emotion. Whenever the tall feline got anything running through her emptiness, no matter how dulled it was, things could get difficult. It was too bad everyone had vanished, Sep had no one to warn him about the sort of fire he was playing with, how someone didn't have to hurt another to get revenge.

He had been alone, at least until shortly after he he raised the marshmallow with his large silver paw and retreated to a dark corner. "Sephiroth." snow fell against his ears in the form of her monotone voice as the calico materialized out of no where, teleportation plus ghost mode was quite the combination. One did not have to understand interpersonal relationships, nor the emotions of others to navigate this sort of thing. In spite of her lacking areas? She could still draw some lines, like the fact he was hidden in his dark hidey hole, just like she had been so far from everyone else when she was eating that tom. Jiyu had the sense to know he didn't want 'caught' by the others in the group, but she was going to catch him because he deserved it. Of course, she would be far from done with him, the calico would never hurt him or risk endangering him but she was far from content with how much he invaded her world. She didn't need anyone else anymore!

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth’s breath came as a choking sputter as he heard a voice behind him, his body twirling around as he caught sight of the calico.  His jaws were splattered with small patches of white sticky goo from his treats.  His ears flattened down in embarrassed surprise, his blue green eyes big and faintly glowing around his slit pupils.  He dare didn’t ask to keep it a secret; he had barely hid and he figured after his own discovery of Jiyu’s diet he was in no place to ask it from her.

The lion swallowed what was left in his mouth as he kept his eyes on his Vizier, hooking the bag of marshmallows with a claw as he pulled it foreword to attention.  ”..I found this outside my quarters.”  Sephiroth would try to alleviate his own embarrassment by applying the facts to the situation.  ”I don’t know who left them there.  They’re…good.”  Sephiroth would mumble his admission of perceived weakness, of actually enjoying something for once.  His eyes shifted down and to the side as he spoke.  Shame maybe?  He was a strange fellow perhaps, feeling ashamed of something that most would find completely acceptable.

Despite his own knowledge of Jiyu’s diet, the lion would nudge the marshmallow bag towards the calico without a word, a silent peace offering.  Not that he would admit it.

#psychosocial.

[ourias.]

Ourias didn't really care what others thought of him when it came to his habits. In his opinion, the only ones that mattered were the other three he had wandered into this group to find. Even then, they knew him. If it came down to Ourias, he would avoid the others. He wasn't exactly friendly, and he didn't need friends beside the others in the small group. Still, something told him that he should at least try. Maybe he could start with that calico cat that had seemed oh-so-talkative when he had first joined.

His amber eyes scanned the area for her, and, a moment later, he caught sight of her. Along with the silver lion, Sephiroth, that had introduced himself as the leader. Apparently, the lion had been caught in the act of doing something. And Ourias had nothing better to do. Despite his own misgivings at trying to at least know two better at one time, the wolfdog found himself slipping over with relative ease, standing a small distance away from the others. Enough that he could be heard talking normally, at least. "They look weird." As much as Ourias wanted to deny it, he did want to try one. He'd wait, though, to see if the bag would be offered to him as well.

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[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

Large ears heard the choking sputtering noises from the lion, but also could quickly detect his life was in no legitimate danger. Jiyu would never just allow harm to befall him, but this wasn't harm it was justified considering the lack of consideration she deemed him as having shown before. Ironic that she was the one judging that, when she kept everything about herself away from everyone around her, one who never once tried to consider feelings beyond how they could be used against the enemy. What was she even judging him for, she didn't care about anything? At least her stoic nature kept all of her idea's and notions to herself, the behavior she exhibited easily able to be passed off as simply being part of how 'creepy' some considered her at times.

His shame was one of the things she really did not see, all of her life within this group those around her had displayed such things with pride. "Ji-Ji!" the sweet voice carried across the grounds, her stoic head turning towards the pointed feline sitting behind some sort of concessions booth, toothy grin upon her face. "What." no question, but the child had been around her enough, the point better knew the truth than she did. "I'm giving away Lollipops today! Which one do you want?" no smile, unchanging as ever the calico would take one of the cherry flavored ones, perching herself on the ledge of the booth as she sucked on it, mismatched gaze glancing to the bright eyed kid. Maybe she was just numbed to these, or maybe it was the fact she did have somewhat of a penchant for certain things in spite of biology and her rearing. "Come on Joyous! Loosen Up, Try One!" the tuxedo tom spoke and whatever he was holding, was shoved towards her face. Newer animals sitting around would think the pacifist was suicidal, but his sister accepted the wad of cotton candy from him, simply staring for a few seconds before devouring it and remaining among them. sweets always seemed to have memories attached no matter how empty and stoic she was.

Glancing at the wolfdog, she moved her gaze away to focus on the Marshmallows as she took one swiftly, flipping it into the air with her long tail and catching it within her jaws easily. At the very least she had to make sure the new comer had any reason to suspect she had some abnormal diet in this world. Jiyu wouldn't own up to wanting it, how could she, the calico didn't even know herself, but she didn't question taking one. "Sometimes they're colored." it was relevant, not that she really wanted to talk, but since Sep seemed to like these things, may as well tell him there was more variety than the poof whiteness.

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — LORD — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth started to relax the tiniest bit as time went on, figuring there was no use in fighting back at this point.  His eyes moved over the wolfdog, his head lowering down as his shoulders hunched, looking at Ourias with a hard and bright gaze for a hot few seconds before looking back at Jiyu.  The Lord's silver framed head tilted to the side slightly as he looked unblinking at his second in command.  "Hm."  The male would be loathe to admit but that sounded intriguing.  "Interesting."  Sephiroth murmured as he picked more treats out of the bag, examining them in his claws.

#psychosocial.