#that red catto...

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

I never drew iterators before lmaooooooo

[chappellrroan]

Red is only good for flags not kapde

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

[amcattos]

© LIA 2023

Cattolotl (CR)

Axolotls (Ambystoma mexicanum) may be pretty popular pets and internet stars with their silly antics and strange appearance but unfortunately in the wild, they are now critically endangered. They remain at only three sites and their population is estimated to be between 50 to 1000 individuals. Their decline has been mainly attributed to the increasing urbanisation of Mexico City resulting in pollution and desiccation of their aquatic home. Previous collection for the international pet trade, local consumption, and the introduction of invasive carp and tilapia have also threatened the species.

Find out more on the IUCN RedList website.

[elementcattos]

decided to try and make a slightly more distinct-looking Yttrium

the red is based on his use in red phosphors, and the design at the bottom is meant to resemble yttrium crystals in a way (doesn't really look like the crystals but eh)

Ooooh :3 I'm glad someone decided to do their own take on one of the less interesting catto designs honestly lol, I'm making this official later

[whatcoloristhatcat]

marshmallow (the grey one) and lorelai (the black and white one), newly-adopted sisters, and coda (the last one), my neighbor's catto

i sent my friends that blurry picture of lorelai btw it made me cackle

marshmallow is a dilute black (blue) tortoiseshell, lorelai is black with low white spotting, and coda is a red mackerel tabby with moderate white spotting :D

[axl-ul]

Writeblr (Re)Introduction

Hello! After some time of being inactive, here's a small reintroduction from me:) And I also guess that this is the exact aesthetic I aimed for. Finally!

General info:

(Nick)Name: Axl-ul, but you can address me as Axl^^

Likes: Writing, reading, drawing, crochet, mythologies and folk stories, tea, doggos, cattos, battos (majority of animals that are fluffy)

Stuff I like to listen to: an ENORMOUS range that goes from og dubstep to chillstep to metal to edgy yeehaw dark country (among my fave artists are Bonobo, Nujabes, Burial, Hugo Kant, Sigmun)

Favourite movie: Noroi, The Vanished Empire

Favourite show: Mononoke (2009) it's actually an anime and yes I do consider it a show, Red Dwarf

Favourite book(s): The Witcher saga (Season of Storms was a little bit mid in comparison to the rest, still enjoyed it though), Solomon Kane, The Hobbit, Whiskey, Blood and Silver, The Warlock, Journey to the West (still reading it)

Favourite manga: anything by Junji Ito, Berserk

Favourite games: The Witcher trilogy, DreadOut, Condemned: Criminal Origin, TES V: Skyrim (also slowly getting into Oblivion), Sleeping Dogs, Darkwood, anything made by Fromsoftware (a fanboy)

Favourite genres: horror, mystery, (dark) fantasy, comedy

Favourite tropes: animal companion, found family, rivals to best friends

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Writer info:

Genres I write in: horror, mystery, dark fantasy inspired by world mythologies, dark comedy, my wips might have a touch of detective stories to them, too^^

Tropes I use(d): found family, animal companion, rivals to best friends, rivals to friends to lovers (used only once as I don't like romance that much, why it appears in my wips is a looong story), orphaned MC

POV: 3rd person, multiple POVs with main focus on 1 to 3 characters max

I tend to write in quite a flowery language and in poetic prose, but since English isn't my first language it can come across slightly awkward (TL; DR I do plenty of updates and edits to my posted stuff)

My wips are inspired and sometimes directly refer to a certain mythology, such as Slavic (this one is also most widely used as I like to read local legends of Serbia, Russia, the Czech and Slovak Republic, Ukraine, Poland and so on), Chinese, Nordic, Japanese and Indonesian. HOWEVER I love to create my own mythos and so the world is a blend of characters directly based of a mythological figure exploring environement both familiar and completely new to them. (I've always been intruiged by a question what would happen if world mythologies bumped into each other and what would be the consequences of it.)

My own mythos are pretty much eldritch-like oriented with a significant touch of folk horror. I'm not going to lie, I'm a FromSoftware fanboi, I see Bloodborn or Kuon, I'm going feral and so is my inspiration.

There are many occuring themes about substance abuse, addiction, health issues, gore, extreme violence, sexual assault/rape and other strongly 18+ stuff, so I'd appreciate if only 20+ y.o. people (or be at least 18, really) follow this account. In other words - PLENTY OF NSFW THAT'S NOT DIRECTED AND INTENDED FOR MINORS.

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WIPs

Not all from my wips have a proper introduction (a.k.a. there's no link for their Tumblr WIP intro). BUT I do plan on doing them, so expect the links to be updated. These are just quick summaries of them.

The Flight of the Western Crane - A dark retelling of Journey to the West where Sun Wukong tries to protect the young Buddhist monk Tang Sanzang while meeting a duo of a stranded Princess of the Great Tiger Kingdom and her foreign advisor Lady Wolf Witch. Their common journey starts out as an innocent one. However, it soon evolves into a dangerous chase where the Monkey King must face the worst of his opponents.

City of False Gods - Hybrid of wuxia, mystery and film noir genres set on a fabricated island near Hong Kong. The fiction evolves around the Monkey King who's, after his yet another imprisonment, woken up to a strange world of 1920s where his powers are under a radar by the local supernatural cop unit and is forced to live among the poorest while trying to solve strange happenings in the city. City of False Gods also serves as a sequel to The Flight of the Western Crane.

Empire of Dust - Historical dark fantasy with horror elements set in 330 Constantinople. The story follows two little sisters one of whom is considered neither dead nor alive. One day, Ulfrika sets out for a strange task in order to provide for her dear little sister. Her pure-hearted intention, though, may lead her down the rabbit hole which may devour her sanity.

Ratpeople - An outline idea for a standalone story involving Ulfrika and her time in the Wild West, where the soulless hybrid discovers an eerie town in the desert while chasing after a man who stole one of her horses. The story is related to weird western (mostly its horror and fantasy elements and no sci-fi stuff) and mystery genres and also mythology related things.

Boy Who Chased a Dragon - Another outline story outside the universe of The Legends of No-man's Land. The story takes place on an island of eternal summer and flower bloom, where mythical creatures live peacefully. One day, Dado* loses his pet dragon, a creature his sister gave him for his 8th birthday, in a harsh storm. Now, he sets out for a long journey to retrieve his best friend from the claws of the cruel Ember King.

*because this is still in a process of an outline/1st draft, I'm still not sure about the name, it's only a working name for the protagonist

[stevecobsog]

(Nature Scene of bunny hopping through woods eating berries)

Limit 1 per household batteries not included parts sold separately terms may apply side effects may occur including, but not limited to, death.

Also amnesia flu sickness feeling sleepy midday eating too much, not eating enough no will to eat drinking too much sleeping for multiple days in a row, going to the store when you don't need anything for the free samples and playing games and getting absorbed into the obscure worlds of them.It is recommended to visit the doctor, orthodontist, dentist, pharmacist, optometrist, and your local Which Doctor at least once a day while using our medication.

May improve your mood, sleep, appetite, and energy level, and decrease nervousness. It can also decrease pain due to certain medical conditions.To reduce the risk of dizziness, lightheadedness, or falling, get up slowly when rising from a sitting or lying position.

Get medical help right away if you have any very serious side effects, including: black/bloody stools, vomit that looks like coffee grounds, seizure, eye pain/swelling/redness, vision changes (such as seeing rainbows around lights at night, blurred vision) Or feeling like there’s water in your ear that you can’t get out but you haven’t showered in weeks because like who really showers anyway????

Ask your doctor if you have trouble eating dog food out of a bike helmet while riding a rainbow pony off into the sunset of asia.

Not recommended for children, pregnant women, pregnant men, radioactive objects, anybody who has an allergy to cats, kittens, kitters, cattos, kitts, kittio, kattttyyyy, kitty cats, catty kits, or shoelaces.

If you sneeze while taking our medication, we’re required to tell you to go to the doctor, but you’re just straight up dead dude.

You take as many doses per hour by figuring how many dogs you pet in a given hour (terms may apply) and then test your temperature (batteries not included) and build a lego statue of yourself life size (parts sold separately)

This is not a complete list of possible side effects. If you notice other effects not listed above, contact your doctor or pharmacist

(Fox sneaks up behind Bunny, kills it brutally)

You should make ads for Meeple! When are you available?

[miasudare]

I gotta admit, this style is way easier. So I'll be remaking the old designs with this one.

Name: Fresh

Age: 18

student

non-binary (he/they)

As a kid who lost his parents at a very young age, Fresh grew up in the foster care system with his brother Cray until he was 16 and started to live in an apartment. Since the owner of the apartment is an old lady, she didn't care about his age. When they're short on money usually Dream or Nightmare covers the rent for them. At the age of 12, he started to work at various places. Such as cafes, florists, hair salons (as cleaners) and currently at an electronics shop. His usually repairs broken headphones or chargers. He makes a good income from this at school.

Fresh is very judging towards new people he meets. But once you got his trust he would do anything for your sake. They are quite goofy and friendly towards their friends, especially Alphys. His notes are never below B+ and he is loved by the teachers. At school they usually hang with; Alphys, Fuku, Napstablook and secretly with Red, who he offers to pay them a good amount of money to learn up-coming exams for his friends from Deltahigh and Ebott-Uni. After school he directly goes to the shop and comes back home around 8pm. On the way back home and on the way to school, Fresh goes down a few blocks to a park for a little stray catto that he calls "Furbs". They feed him anytime possible. He is basically their cat. At weekends you might see them with Cray, on a skateboard going to the Pine St. to eat ice cream or just hang with his brother.

☆His skateboard is 8 years old. It was a present from the man who would visit the kids in his orphanage. No one knows what happened to him. Except for...

☆He has a reddit blog named "r/Studentmemes". More than half the students in the school follows it.

☆They have a rivalisim between them and PJ. He doesn't know why but PJ always had a problem with him since middle school. They usually try to ignore him at all times.

☆He is obsessed with 90's aesthetics and those tradeable pins. Only Alphys has the same obsession in the school, so they trade with each other.

[tea-the-not-understanding]

If Red Velvet and a doggo/wolf then Churro what catto?

meow meow mother fucker

@ask-churro-cookie

[serenityembrace]

Hello! I’m Serena Clarice, but you can call me whatever feels right—Serena, Sera, Ceye, or even Clarice. I’ve already reached the legal age, 23+, so if you’re a minor, I kindly ask you not to follow this account. I use she/her pronouns and identify as bisexual (switchㅡtowards sub). My personality type is ISFJ and I am a Gemini. As an ISFJ, I might come off as introverted at first, but trust me, once we get to know each other, I can be quite chatty.

I take interest in random photography, especially capturing the beauty of nature. There’s something so serene and grounding about it. Do you think the same? And uh-oh! I love watching movies, and kdrama. I love getting lost in stories. My go-to genres include comedy, drama, romance, crime, psychological thrillers, and action comedy. If you have any must-watch recommendations, please send them my way—I’m always on the lookout for something new and exciting to watch! And by the way, I love CATS. Cat, kitten, catto, I love them so much.

As for music, my playlist is pretty diverse. I listen to Lana Del Rey, Laufey, girl in red, Phoebe Bridgers, Mitski, Clairo, Novo Amor, Joji, CAS, d4vd, SZA, Beach House, Ariana Grande, Billie Eilish, Nadin Amizah, Sal Priadi, Tulus, Sabrina Carpenter, The Smiths, NIKI, Rex Orange County, Matt Maltese, Mac DeMarco, The Weeknd, TV Girl, and many more. My life revolves around music, and I adore finding new musicians and songs that speak to me.

A quick note on boundaries: Please DO NOT FOLLOW this account if you’re under 18, without consent, a homophobic, love to war, racist, and zionist.

To make it clear, I classify this account as a cyber account, unlabelled, or whatever you named it. I’ll be doing a lot of ranting and yapping, so if you’re not comfortable with that, feel free to unfollow, no hard feelings.

[ask-thsc-blog]

His face got the smalled tinge of red, yet, he didn't liked his little cat boy shivering, where is that blanket-

Oh

The cattos had claimed it... on the floor, right by the side of the maid dress

Dam. No more blanket

[neuroticboyfriend]

New catto! His name is Lynks ^^

These are really fun to draw :p

Oh aww!! Red kitty!! I love lynxes.. they're my favorite wild cat. I'm so glad you're having fun making these ^_^

[femme-chiaki]

Playing Yo Kai Watch 3 and eating my favorite gummy worms... Epic morning... :>

[dev-duzzet]

Cat

[itoshi228]

Rent a cat :q

Twi | Ko-fi

[midnightscxre]

Tingles whipped the senses, the heart leapt and played a war drum that thunderously deafened the ears as the redhead witnessed the embodiment of domination. Quick and ready like the index finger on the trigger of a revolver, like those old cowboys whose hand twitch no one sees until it's too late, and the crimson color blooms between the loser's eyes, betraying the bullet that pierced the skull and stole a life.

Rarely anyone or anything could boast the description 'I fascinated her' when it came to the temperamental woman. Her interest was wide-ranging, versatility crowned the head like a tiara full of jewels that have been preserved for generations, but she had neither the privilege nor the good fortune to be swept off her feet, to watch without the ability to breathe or move for a full minute and drown in the nectar of feelings that she did not know that chemical processes in the body can cause.

Clare was a assertive person, demanding the respect and submissiveness of her surroundings with only her aura. A menacing vibe followed her like a shadow, even when she didn't say a word, her energy field consumed others. . . that's why when she hit the cold wall of the obstacle, felt the axes of resistance sharper than her own, energy full of strength, power, ability and fortitude, she was inexorably drawn to that inexhaustible source of wonders like magnetic fields. If she could put it simply, she always knew that she needed someone stronger than her, regardless of whether she would ever admit that strength. Not something as simply as physical ability, but someone who will be able to embrace the thorns of her behavior and not avoid it, who does not dread the dead or the living, and even when he is met suddenly with danger and the prospects are not satisfactory, he stands his ground. Shock of Jace's appearance had little to do with the inability to produce a sound that was silently demanded by the man with the expression as a bull would have after seeing red, it had all to do with just that -- being completely smitten by who Vince was.

There was no replacing the original. God knows she tried, desperation to cure herself from the poison of longing for his presence demanding a ' suitable substitute '. Which didn't exist -- messy blond hair on top of a chiseled body granted her no serenity, only deepened the hole of anguish when she realized that tinder date was a cry for a cheap knock off to fill more than it ever could. This in front of her, the spirit of a warrior whose flames rage with no retreat.

It was impossible to get out of the clutches of the realizations and scenes that were reminiscent of sitcoms. Seconds grew into minutes, and Clare was lost in the choirs of voices not belonging to her, but the ' newcomer ' didn't share such state of coma.

Jace Catto was not a gullible or naive man. There was a good reason why members of his motorcycling family used to jokingly call him the ' lie detector '. The man with golden strands and unreadable facial expressions was blessed with the gift of extremely accurate reading of a person. Every corner full of secrets, skeletons in closets, they were forced to come under the torch and into the light of his inspection. The perception ranged from body movements, speech, reactions, choice of words -- everything was carefully and meticulously dissected on the table of his mind.

Even though he didn't react to a single indication of potential rivalry and alpha attitude that couldn't be washed off the now relaxed man like a stain of red wine, it didn't mean that he didn't notice it. ' Tail tucking between the legs' was something Jace taught those who needed it, but the man in front of him couldn't even imagine how lucky he was. Lack of responses to the intense behavior could only be attributed to the uniqueness of this situation. President of Devil's stranglers had no intention of shoving his nose in Clare's love affairs, if one could call it that, but in secret he hoped one day she will give actual love a try. . . resulting in such change in his usual behavior.

Simple nod from the stranger on Jace's apology for the intrusion indicated thin nerves being mended back to health with a moment of silence, reaching for the sweet poison he himself considered medicine for stress. The scattered first aid kits on the table, the old, stained bandages by the guitar and the clean gauze deftly wrapped around Vince's wrists sang like a muse to Homer about the ' dark' side of the man that introduced himself as Vincent Kraus. But then again, patience was the suit Jace chose to wear, for one purpose only -- for Clare's potential interest in which he will not interfere. . . yet.

Puckish grin instantly rose under neatly trimmed mustache on Vince's question. There we are. Jealousy poured through the pores of restraint, Jace could see it on Vince clear as day. Not that he had the right to say anything, possessiveness one of his biggest flaws.

" Family, so to say. "

Too quick, too bold, too honest. . . choice of words given a harsh dose of reality.

" Very rich. "

It fell from the plump charry colored lips, cutting the heart of the hardened man. Ashy blond eyebrows furrowed, facial expression crafting a mask of seriousness, hiding the guilt reborn from her words. Clare forgave Jace for leaving, but there were limits to the ' openness ' she allowed for him to describe how close they are. Family? Family sticks together, and his choices were the opposite. Allowing this to linger in the air between them, Jace fished the crumpled pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, getting ready to produce an answer, but instead, was met with a dash of fresh air. Spitting out the laughter, having no control over the honest way it escaped the throat when Vince sank the teeth of innocent provocation into Clare. This lad had balls. Big ones.

Steam was coming out of her ears, her eyes narrowed into small lines as she crossed her arms in repulsion over the ample chest. " Never told you you can come either. " Clare snapped, trying to regain rains control of a situation that had long since slipped away from her fingers. Admonishing glare fell on cracking Jace, but had no impact as usual.

" Joe did ask for a couple of hands to unload the mechanic bull and the rest, would be a shame to miss the opportunity to recruit a pair of capable one. " Head nodding towards the busted knuckles of the man. " See you don't mind getting your hands dirty, not a stranger to hard work. Hundred bucks and a free beer for carrying a few things into the bar sounds fair to you, mate? " Finding someone to unload a truck in five minutes for a dollar bill with two zeros seamed as an easy task -- but you could never be too careful who you allow to witness a turnk filled with stolen goods. A test, first one, given by Jace.

" C'mn Clare, you were waiting for that damn bull for weeks. You gonna give it away that easily? " Engraved zippo found itself in the rough hands of the MC president, lighting the sweetness of tobacco.

Sharpened nails sinking in her elbows. She was done with this, there was no use, and standing there feeling powerless was no longer an option. Curved silhouette moved swiftly, passing next to Vince, hitting his shoulder with hers without a care before grabbing her guitar and stepping toward the hallway.

" Have a ride mate or you going with her ? "

Burning holes in Jace's skull with the emerald greens followed.

" You have a lot of space behind you, Jace. Saw you driving asses much larger than his on your precious Harley. "

" Yeah but I doubt he has a pair of thongs on him. Can't say he is my type. " Jace smirked in a playful manner, determined to get the man a ride in Clare's beloved American muscle. Exhaling the last of her nerves, quick steps delivered her to the joking man, palm slamming on brawny chest as a rattle of keys was heard.

" You take him then, ' mate '. Here's the car. " Hand released the car keys and the man caught them in the last moment before they hit the floor.

" Can't do that, gotta see Pyke first. . . that thing with the construction firm got a bit off track. It's my first stop before Maddox. " Honest contradiction. Not even Clare stood in the way of his shady business. There were limits even to that, and putting Jace in danger of a life-sentence because she wanted to save herself from further embarrassment didn't prevail in the election. Frustration consumed her when she grab back the keys, passing him by and heading for the door.

" I won't wait for you, so you better hurry. "

Hourglass shape disappeared in the shadows, leaving the door open. Tilting his head towards Vince, Jace still had a slight smug grin on the dry lips sucking on the cigarette.

" That went well. " the man jokingly concluded. " I guess I'll see ya at Maddox. Go behind the building, you'll see a storage unit next to the iron door of the bar. I'll be there along with the truck. " Not waiting for an answer he started moving toward the exit of the apartment as well. " I would hurry if I were you, she ain't joking when she said she will not wait for you. Trust me. "

Oh. She'd got him there, a mutual jab at the words he threw towards her. Something that was to be expected. It did bother him; his wall crumbling in that moment and causing his jaw to clench out of irritation, being the first to convey some truth behind his feelings. It didn't matter which woman he took along with him; they didn't compare. He would hardly even acknowledge them, but lately he hadn't been passed around much, if at all, because it didn't fill the void as it once did. It almost became repetitive. A bore. He could sense himself changing, and it was terrifying, sucking him dry like some parasitical vampire, wondering if it were for the better or for the worst.

Knowing he'd dug himself into an even deeper hole than the beginning yet continued to remain unfazed. Prepared for the storm that was coming since the lie he'd quipped up backfired worse than the one he went with the first time. When he'd retrieved his cigarettes as planned, he received the reaction he'd wanted this entire time. The way her breath hitched in her throat, eyes darting down to his lips, followed by the hint of regret, almost apologetic for her behavior, gave him a form of satisfaction. It was the initial part of his plan and a job well done. In his opinion.

Before having the chance to pull out a lighter, the sound of a knock caught his attention. Causing his head to turn swiftly towards the door, eyes narrowing at the interruption, ears perking at the sound of a masculine voice that held a concocted accent, and he practically jumped up off the sofa like a guard dog on high alert, dropping the pack of smokes in the process and shrugging off his leather coat while tossing it aside carelessly, landing on the side of the couch. "Hurensohn." Son of a bitch, muttered quietly under his breath with clear distaste while teeth clamped down on the cigarette. Who the hell could that possibly be, did she happen to have a significant other? The mysterious voice too collected for it to be another quick lay. Eyebrows knitting together with confusion. When she turned to look back at him, he shot her a look in hopes to receive some form of answer, patience wearing thin the longer he waited, expression darkening when she didn't speak.

As the two bantered back and forth behind the closed door, he happened to unintentionally zone out the words said between them. They were muffled and the equivalent to background noise, like static on a television. Trying to maintain his composure even though it felt as if there were lava flowing through his veins, lips set in a hard line while irises nearly burned holes through the wood with anticipation, fingers twitching, heartrate increasing as he prepared for the inevitable. The feeling of jealousy bubbling along with the acids in the pit of his stomach. The sound of the lock turning was all that'd been heard. But that opportunity to strike never came.

When the man walked in, he didn't hold any negative connotation behind his mannerisms or words. It was high spirited, and in that moment, it even bewildered Vince. The male even smiled towards him. The protective nature he held diminishing in an instant. What the fuck? He was expecting the man to be furious, to barge over and attempt to curb stomp him til' he turned into minced beef. This further scrambled his brain as he stood there with an unreadable expression, arms dropped down pathetically at his side, cigarette hanging on by a thread and nearly falling from his lips. He swallowed thickly, brows furrowing as words rolled around in his head while irises studied the other from head to toe. Trying to figure him out on his own while the accented man chatted with Clare.

Snapping back to reality upon being acknowledged, meeting Jace's gaze, he could sense a similar vibe while the two studied each other. Posture having now relaxed in his presence. Wanting to pipe up with some fib that happened to come to mind at the mention of his profession but was cut off when Clare tried to answer for him. It was hard to hide what he truly got himself mixed up in, especially from someone who looked like they knew the streets very well, judging by appearance. His knuckles had split for God's sake, no hiding that. Paulie threatened him to not speak about it to just anyone, since feds liked to snake their way in like a bunch of sleuths; using several aliases and a wide range of disguises one could think of. Acting as if they couldn't be paid off. Paul held some other intention for being so discreet, but Vince wasn't sure what. The man didn't appear that way or give off such vibe at all. Matter of fact, he almost looked like he belonged to a different crowd of delinquents due to how he presented himself. The 'president' patch catching eye and it further fueled his curiosity for the stranger.

'Play'? he questioned internally, quickly putting the puzzle pieces together. He should've known the guitar that caught his attention wasn't just some throwaway hobby. Clearing his throat, he nodded in response while pulling the lighter out of the pocket of his wool Italian pants and holding it up to light the cigarette he desperately craved. Now having a much-needed excuse for the nicotine more than ever. After taking a hit, the cig lied lazily between his fingers. "Vincent Kraus, but feel free to call me Vince. Nice to meet ya'." He sniffed, trying to play it cool as the corner of his mouth quirked up into a grin. Disguising his accent in order to throw off the other, all for the sake of his own amusement. A quirk he inherited on his own, among many others. Not wanting to reveal everything about himself to the stranger until well acquainted.

He wasn't one to shake hands or even instigate it for that matter, only complying if the other did first. Especially those of the same sex due to a dominant standpoint, something that was difficult to control since his testosterone levels were through the roof. Thankfully, it didn't make him insufferably toxic in comparison to some and he did his best to present himself that he wasn't a threat. Crew. Yeah, this guy was for sure part of something just as he was. And him being the only guy, minus the crew he speaks of, allowed in her home made him sought answers. "You have any relation to Clare?" The tone held no ill intent behind it, using the chance to take another drag, but the mention of tonight's gig then caused him to turn towards Clare, his attention now directly upon her.

"Never told me you were a rockstar, Clare." He drawled; voice slightly muffled as the cigarette hung between his lips once again. Shooting her a Cheshire grin, he was unable to hold back his next remark. "Does that make me your groupie?" As if he didn't get under her skin enough already. "I'd be delighted to see your show."