[Like a dog with a rabbit in its teeth, the denial is fuel for pursuit, fast steps taking him forward for every inch of distance he loses in the retreat. Maybe in a more sober state he'd have some self-control not to be so unleashed; then again, maybe not. He's never seen a cat before. Those have to be cat ears, or the ears of some other animal equally as fluffy and twitchy—he's stared at too many vids to believe otherwise.]
No, yours are different.
[Anything for this dream come true. As Cain is sidestepped, he swiftly turns in their weird dance, attempting to catch the stranger by one slender shoulder as a hand again makes a greedy swipe for an ear.]
Come on— [grabby grabby,] —just real quick, promise—I haven't even seen one yet and I've been here for days!
[He doesn't clarify what he means. Determination lit like a fire, Cain doesn't care that he's corralling the other man back toward the obstacle of a building wall. It's not totally deliberate.]
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[ as it is, his options for escape are quickly dwindling. this is a situation that shouldn't really surprise him anymore given how many others he's met before who have never seen an erune in their lives but somehow it always manages to catch him off guard. it's not long before his shoulder is grabbed and he is valiantly attempting to dodge every swipe the guy makes at his ears.
it's a funny sight to behold if you happen to be passing by, because while the stranger is determined to touch his ears, six is all the more determined to not let him. not that it lasts—as soon as his back hits the wall, he freezes up, wonders why he hasn't decked the guy just yet, but he just got here and would rather avoid getting in trouble with the peacekeepers of this place for the time being, thank you.
he reaches for the hand trying to touch his ears, wanting to still its motions. ]
You haven't seen one what, exactly?
[ depending on the answer, he may or may not tighten his grip. enough for it to start hurting if he doesn't like what he hears. ]
[His wrist is easily caught, captured by fingers in a punishing grasp. The pressure causes Cain to bare his teeth almost reflexively; it isn't painful, not immediately, but the threat is a low promise. Violence is like a siren's call—it only makes him want to win more.]
A cat. What the hell do you think? Cats have those pointy, fluffy, cute ears…
[Hesitation trails his voice off. Dark eyes narrow, more with realization than anything else, slow brain working at the puzzle of why a man would have a cat's ears on his head. Maybe… modifications? Magic? The bizarre nature of this world suggests anything. His fingers slacken, but he's still crowding Six back without sign of defeat.]
[ his voice is completely deadpanned. it's almost as if he couldn't believe what he just heard, but then again, this isn't exactly the first time he'd been seen as such. he falls silent as he regards the one before him with narrowed eyes. is he lying? should he believe it when he says he's never seen a cat before? and then quietly, in the back of his mind: what kind of rock did this guy crawl out from, if that was the case?
those treacherous ears of his flicker once again, taunting the other man now that they're within reach. six looks as though he is considering what his next move should be: does he shove the guy away now that he's been backed up against a wall, or does he let things play out since it's so harmless?
he sighs again, but then his grip on the man's wrist slackens until he finally lets him go. ]
Of course they're real. I was born with them and have lived with them my entire life.
[Cain's eyes automatically snap to the twitching ears, frown drawn tight and petulant, almost a pout—like he's really capable of demonstrating more than sneers and scowls. If he was aware of the reaction, he'd try to tamp it down, not wanting to slip up in his normal show of masculinity and composure; as it is, the allure of soft cat-ears serves as a powerful distraction.]
So you're... a cat. [His dumb, rocks-filled brain is trying to do this mental calculation.] Or... uh, one of your parents is? 'Cause you still look like a guy. Mostly.
[Is that biologically possible? Then again, after all he's seen here, maybe his own imagination is limited. Wrist released, Cain rubs it briefly before—of course—trying to reach up again. He can't resist the siren's call.]
[ those ears remain as the tantalizing prize, gone completely pin-straight now that the guy's hand is reaching out for them again. they settle soon enough, dipping low against equally soft, downy hair. he might as well just let this happen since it doesn't look like the curiousity will ever be satiatd if he denies it.
that's why he stays still, back still up against the wall.
the one lilac eye that's exposed, however, narrows by the tiniest fraction. ]
I'm not a cat. [ he knows it won't make much of a difference to people who don't know, but. ] I am an Erune.
[He's sounding the words out, attempting to shape them with the same familiarity, despite how foreign it sounds. Not a cat, but some other creature with similar characteristics? Maybe it has something to do with ancestry? Cain finds his head bobbing, unconsciously, eyes wide with an almost childlike fascination.]
Yeah, was one of them a cat? Is it a cross-species thing? Never heard of anything like that, even back on Earth.
[Taking advantage of that stillness without a shade of regret or shame, he crowds closer to Six, both hands landing on triangular ears. Calloused fingertips are surprisingly gentle, passing across the pointed tips before closing over in a caress, stroking velvety warm fur, his expression only brightening with awe.]
[ the gentleness of those fingers don't really help. if anything, it makes heat rush up to colour his cheeks much faster than it usually would. his ears tremble under the curious touch, always so sensitive despite all his attempts to still their movements. he can only hope the guy isn't looking too closely at his face. ]
... Of course they are. Were you expecting them to be hard?
[ who has ever heard of ears like that? he scoffs quietly, mostly as another attempt to keep his own voice steady. ]
Both of my parents were Erunes, just like I am. We all look like this — but I suppose you can find variation in the kinds of ears you see.
[ a hand moves up to place itself on the man's chest, ready to push him away at any moment. not right now, at least. not yet. ]
[What was he expecting? It's a good point, but one Cain discards with little more than a pinched frown, all of his attention narrowed onto soft cat ears. He doesn't immediately notice the effect his touch has on Six, although as soon as that hand plants itself at the center of his chest, black eyes drag down, half-curious.
Seeing the stain of red cheeks, Cain smirks—but he doesn't say anything. Fingers aren't soon to loosen, thumbs tracing to the velvety fold of those ears as though emboldened by the reactive twitching, rubbing from base to tip with new purpose.]
Guess it's like a totally different species. [Not unbelievable, considering all of the strange shit he's seen so far.] Weird.
Anyway, it's 'cause we didn't really have any animals, back where I'm from. I mean, they existed, just not… on our planet. They're all on Earth, so I only ever saw cats in grainy vids. Never touched one.
[Admission lowly murmured, Cain shoves forward a bit, as if to taunt that hand that hasn't actually begun shoving him back. Give him an inch; he'll definitely try to take a mile.]
[ there are no attempts to hide how badly this is affecting him: his ears have all but practically melted thanks to what this man is doing to them, no longer able to keep themselves upright, soft and pliant. he's never been more thankful to have the wall behind him too because even though it keeps him locked in place, it offers stability when his knees are beginning to feel a tiny bit like jello. ]
Then... that will continue to be the truth. I'm not a cat.
[ is it just him or are the two of them absurdly much closer than before? he doesn't need anyone to tell him where things might be headed so he does try to create space between them again, pushing the other back by keeping his hand planted firmly on his chest. ]
Regardless, your curiousity is satiated. I'll be on my way.
[ it's time to make an exit, stage left. nevermind the look on his face that's practically begging for this to keep going. ]
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No, yours are different.
[Anything for this dream come true. As Cain is sidestepped, he swiftly turns in their weird dance, attempting to catch the stranger by one slender shoulder as a hand again makes a greedy swipe for an ear.]
Come on— [grabby grabby,] —just real quick, promise—I haven't even seen one yet and I've been here for days!
[He doesn't clarify what he means. Determination lit like a fire, Cain doesn't care that he's corralling the other man back toward the obstacle of a building wall. It's not totally deliberate.]
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it's a funny sight to behold if you happen to be passing by, because while the stranger is determined to touch his ears, six is all the more determined to not let him. not that it lasts—as soon as his back hits the wall, he freezes up, wonders why he hasn't decked the guy just yet, but he just got here and would rather avoid getting in trouble with the peacekeepers of this place for the time being, thank you.
he reaches for the hand trying to touch his ears, wanting to still its motions. ]
You haven't seen one what, exactly?
[ depending on the answer, he may or may not tighten his grip. enough for it to start hurting if he doesn't like what he hears. ]
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A cat. What the hell do you think? Cats have those pointy, fluffy, cute ears…
[Hesitation trails his voice off. Dark eyes narrow, more with realization than anything else, slow brain working at the puzzle of why a man would have a cat's ears on his head. Maybe… modifications? Magic? The bizarre nature of this world suggests anything. His fingers slacken, but he's still crowding Six back without sign of defeat.]
… Are they real?
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[ his voice is completely deadpanned. it's almost as if he couldn't believe what he just heard, but then again, this isn't exactly the first time he'd been seen as such. he falls silent as he regards the one before him with narrowed eyes. is he lying? should he believe it when he says he's never seen a cat before? and then quietly, in the back of his mind: what kind of rock did this guy crawl out from, if that was the case?
those treacherous ears of his flicker once again, taunting the other man now that they're within reach. six looks as though he is considering what his next move should be: does he shove the guy away now that he's been backed up against a wall, or does he let things play out since it's so harmless?
he sighs again, but then his grip on the man's wrist slackens until he finally lets him go. ]
Of course they're real. I was born with them and have lived with them my entire life.
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So you're... a cat. [His dumb, rocks-filled brain is trying to do this mental calculation.] Or... uh, one of your parents is? 'Cause you still look like a guy. Mostly.
[Is that biologically possible? Then again, after all he's seen here, maybe his own imagination is limited. Wrist released, Cain rubs it briefly before—of course—trying to reach up again. He can't resist the siren's call.]
What are they like?
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that's why he stays still, back still up against the wall.
the one lilac eye that's exposed, however, narrows by the tiniest fraction. ]
I'm not a cat. [ he knows it won't make much of a difference to people who don't know, but. ] I am an Erune.
[ as for that last question... ]
Are you asking what my parents are like?
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[He's sounding the words out, attempting to shape them with the same familiarity, despite how foreign it sounds. Not a cat, but some other creature with similar characteristics? Maybe it has something to do with ancestry? Cain finds his head bobbing, unconsciously, eyes wide with an almost childlike fascination.]
Yeah, was one of them a cat? Is it a cross-species thing? Never heard of anything like that, even back on Earth.
[Taking advantage of that stillness without a shade of regret or shame, he crowds closer to Six, both hands landing on triangular ears. Calloused fingertips are surprisingly gentle, passing across the pointed tips before closing over in a caress, stroking velvety warm fur, his expression only brightening with awe.]
Holy shit. They're so soft.
[Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?]
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... Of course they are. Were you expecting them to be hard?
[ who has ever heard of ears like that? he scoffs quietly, mostly as another attempt to keep his own voice steady. ]
Both of my parents were Erunes, just like I am. We all look like this — but I suppose you can find variation in the kinds of ears you see.
[ a hand moves up to place itself on the man's chest, ready to push him away at any moment. not right now, at least. not yet. ]
Why are you so fascinated by this?
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Seeing the stain of red cheeks, Cain smirks—but he doesn't say anything. Fingers aren't soon to loosen, thumbs tracing to the velvety fold of those ears as though emboldened by the reactive twitching, rubbing from base to tip with new purpose.]
Guess it's like a totally different species. [Not unbelievable, considering all of the strange shit he's seen so far.] Weird.
Anyway, it's 'cause we didn't really have any animals, back where I'm from. I mean, they existed, just not… on our planet. They're all on Earth, so I only ever saw cats in grainy vids. Never touched one.
[Admission lowly murmured, Cain shoves forward a bit, as if to taunt that hand that hasn't actually begun shoving him back. Give him an inch; he'll definitely try to take a mile.]
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Then... that will continue to be the truth. I'm not a cat.
[ is it just him or are the two of them absurdly much closer than before? he doesn't need anyone to tell him where things might be headed so he does try to create space between them again, pushing the other back by keeping his hand planted firmly on his chest. ]
Regardless, your curiousity is satiated. I'll be on my way.
[ it's time to make an exit, stage left. nevermind the look on his face that's practically begging for this to keep going. ]