#STRAYCATTALES

[karxsu-blog]

A girl with cat ears and two tails had just passed him, and in his moment of startled distraction, he nearly barreled right into a lamp post. Smooth move. But truly, he only saw people back home dressed like that, never truly sporting a real set of feline features. Yata couldn’t help but be a little flustered and confused, though hell if he knew why, as he’d nearly been here a month. Perhaps he wasn’t giving himself enough credit when it came to his ability to cope in bizarre situations.

Stopping short of the post, he grimaced and paused, stepping backwards with a muttered, “Fuck.”

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[helpingthelongrain]

     He would tend to forget about people, after a while. ... Not because he didn’t care, really. But, people would drift in and out from this place so often... it just happened. That, and he supposed getting recurring visitors was always a surprise.

This girl, though... he was more likely to remember yokai.

For obvious reasons. ... Though, he had forgotten her name, unfortunately.

“... You’re... er...”

“You were still here in this city? Hm. Don’t expect to be getting any favors just because we know each other. It’s been over a year now, after all.”

     Friendly as always.

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[fr-fractured-blog]

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Truth be told, 2D thought he’s seen it all back when he first joined the Gorillaz. This ranged from zombies to a man that seemed to be linked to the devil himself to a huge landmass made out of just trash-- not to mention it being spray painted pink perfectly. But, now... 2D was pretty sure he’s going to see things weirder than zombies. Sure, he’s seen a few of these oddities in the things he’s glanced from Noodle’s room and her various books (comics? he forgot what they were called).

Nothing really matched seeing a girl with cat ears, though, hence why he could only draw similarities between what were supposed to be works of fiction and what-- who he was looking at right now.

“Uhh...mm.”

It was hardly a graceful noise that escaped, but he wasn’t sure how to continue this conversation-- if one could even call it that. It wasn’t really a conversation. Rather, it was the both of them staring at one another from a distance. Did he have something on his face? He picked at his cheeks and scratched his chin to make sure. Nothing? Ok, cool. Did his breath smell? He glanced down at his palm, did a light cough, and sniffed. No, he took some mints today.

... And, they weren’t even that close together for her to smell it anyway.

He fumbled for a brief moment. The corners of his lips twitched anxiously before he glanced down at his legs, pulled close together at the knees as his arms slumped. Resting his hands palm up on his lap, he slouched against the bench.

After a handful of painful awkward silence, he raised his head again and decided enough was enough. Though, he felt too nervous to keep looking her in the eye and just stared down with half-lidded eyes. Trying his best not to look too out of place, he lifted one arm and gave the curious starer a small wave.