03-12-2020, 08:36 PM
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Beck certainly noticed when his newly-made friend disappeared within the obscuring walls of Aurum's home; a looming structure he wouldn't be caught double-dead even glancing at. His fear of the proxy pervaded every desire to investigate, ragged breath catching in his chest whenever he passed, as though the larger feline would burst from the doors and give chase.
Yet this time when paranoia quickened his step into a frantic trot across the outskirts of Aurum's front yard, he skidded to a halt, some movement catching his eye. A silhouette passed by the window, not as broad-shouldered as the angel nor as tall. Roy. Who else could it be? Swallowing thickly, the poltergeist concocted a plan to lure Roy back into the open, where no so-called father could scare the boy off. The skeletal tiger seemed to enjoy flowers, stopping to smell roses every chance he got. An admirable trait, and one he could bend to his advantage. Additionally, a bouquet could be considered an act of kindness. And kindness happened to be something he desperately sought to prove.
Grinning quietly to himself, Beck hurried to a sprouting garden, selected as the best display of blooms on the block. With a few terse nips, he collected his offering by their stems, delicately arranging the blossoms into a limp bouquet, heads bowing under their own weight. The scrawny feline pouted to himself, fussing with the flowers before sighing in defeated and allowing grimy paws to return to Aurum's-- Roy's home.
The bundle of fresh flowers meant to cheer up the home-confined Roy fell to the mud as his jaws opened in slight shock. That was not a tiger. Much less Roy. Blinking in confusion, Beck recoiled from the unfamiliar creature, lowering himself closer to the trodden ground reflexively. Hackles bristled with static, a crackling murmur of wariness as he studied the... thing. Pointed snout, ringed tail much like a raccoon, but thinner, almost like a ferret. The name teased the tip of his tongue, scrambling to remember the species before him once seen in a television documentary.
As he struggled to identify the stranger, dull eyes met with amber ones, appearing equally as confused as he. Heart-stamped pupils locked with Beck's pinpricks -- then it clicked. Straightening, he gawked for a moment, head tilting this way and that. A soft wheeze slipped from scabbed lips, "...Roy? Is that you?" Obviously, it was. Pupils shaped like hearts weren't exactly common. Neither was living with Aurum. "You, um... you look different. But in a good way!" he reassured, finding it awfully awkward to be nearly eye level with Roy after craning his neck to speak with a tiger. "B-but also that doesn't mean the old look was bad, 'cause both were really good-looking! Wait, not, like attractive, that would be weird--" The poltergeist abruptly cut off his rambling fiasco, tongue bitten between crooked teeth. Sucking in a sharp breath, he sheepishly mumbled, "Sorry." Blathering fool. He shouldn't have said anything at all.
Yet this time when paranoia quickened his step into a frantic trot across the outskirts of Aurum's front yard, he skidded to a halt, some movement catching his eye. A silhouette passed by the window, not as broad-shouldered as the angel nor as tall. Roy. Who else could it be? Swallowing thickly, the poltergeist concocted a plan to lure Roy back into the open, where no so-called father could scare the boy off. The skeletal tiger seemed to enjoy flowers, stopping to smell roses every chance he got. An admirable trait, and one he could bend to his advantage. Additionally, a bouquet could be considered an act of kindness. And kindness happened to be something he desperately sought to prove.
Grinning quietly to himself, Beck hurried to a sprouting garden, selected as the best display of blooms on the block. With a few terse nips, he collected his offering by their stems, delicately arranging the blossoms into a limp bouquet, heads bowing under their own weight. The scrawny feline pouted to himself, fussing with the flowers before sighing in defeated and allowing grimy paws to return to Aurum's-- Roy's home.
The bundle of fresh flowers meant to cheer up the home-confined Roy fell to the mud as his jaws opened in slight shock. That was not a tiger. Much less Roy. Blinking in confusion, Beck recoiled from the unfamiliar creature, lowering himself closer to the trodden ground reflexively. Hackles bristled with static, a crackling murmur of wariness as he studied the... thing. Pointed snout, ringed tail much like a raccoon, but thinner, almost like a ferret. The name teased the tip of his tongue, scrambling to remember the species before him once seen in a television documentary.
As he struggled to identify the stranger, dull eyes met with amber ones, appearing equally as confused as he. Heart-stamped pupils locked with Beck's pinpricks -- then it clicked. Straightening, he gawked for a moment, head tilting this way and that. A soft wheeze slipped from scabbed lips, "...Roy? Is that you?" Obviously, it was. Pupils shaped like hearts weren't exactly common. Neither was living with Aurum. "You, um... you look different. But in a good way!" he reassured, finding it awfully awkward to be nearly eye level with Roy after craning his neck to speak with a tiger. "B-but also that doesn't mean the old look was bad, 'cause both were really good-looking! Wait, not, like attractive, that would be weird--" The poltergeist abruptly cut off his rambling fiasco, tongue bitten between crooked teeth. Sucking in a sharp breath, he sheepishly mumbled, "Sorry." Blathering fool. He shouldn't have said anything at all.