test... drive...?

[mewtation]

[ WHOEVER YOU ARE, wherever you sleep: there is a cat in your bed.

or. well. something that looks sort of like one...? if cats were four and a half feet tall and roughly humanoid. um. ]

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[mewtation]

[ ...

starts grooming one forearm '-' ]

Regardless of what else I become, I will always have a weapon's capabilities. What did you mean, then?

[shitstarter]

A barrier isn't a weapon. It's a shield, it's a protection.

[ leans on the barrier tbh ]

Can you levitate? Teleport? Tactile telekinesis?

[mewtation]

It is the manipulation of the atoms of the air, which can be used for more than shielding.

Yes, yes, and yes.

[shitstarter]

Flexible. Then it's more than just a weapon.

[ hummms ]

Do you like blankets?

[mewtation]

[ you have his attention. very seriously ]

I like most soft things.

[shitstarter]

[ pushes himself off the barrier, moving to one of the doors—a closet. a really fucking big closet. on one of the shelves is just, a million fucking blankets.

if he has so many blankets why does he not use any of them goddamn ]

[ feeling for the blankets for an appropriately soft one, and pulling it out—it's blue, microfiber, fuzzy ]

You're too big for me to share a bed with you, at that size. I'll have to ask Father for a bigger bed.

[mewtation]

[ streeeeetching and sitting up. he's definitely got the bipedal thing going on, and it looks like he's got grasping digits on his hind feet as well. ]

I can make myself fit, in the meantime. I don't need to take up that much space.

[shitstarter]

Hmh.

[ walks over to the barrier, pressing a hand to it with his free hand ]

What do you eat?

[mewtation]

[ it goes... soft, is the best way to describe it, before dissolving under his hand entirely ]

I can eat anything humans eat, but I do better with animal-based proteins and high sugar intake.

[shitstarter]

[ lets his sand sink through, and then walks to his bed, and drops the blanket next to the cat ]

Meats and sweets. That can be arranged, we'll just find something else for Drake to eat.

[mewtation]

[ his pleased amusement at the wordplay is a palpable thing, as is his contentment as he pulls the blanket over himself and curls up into it. he does take up less space that way. ]

Thank you. Is "Drake" family?

[shitstarter]

[ snorts, sitting himself down next to the blanket ]

Only in the legal sense. He's not really my brother, nor is he really my father's son.

[mewtation]

[ pops his head out. ]

How so?

[shitstarter]

[ sniffs, and titus has finally stopped growling and is cautiously padding over at damian's call ]

My father didn't sire him. And I am the blood son, and so his true son. Drake is not related to me at all by blood. That's how.

[mewtation]

[ makes a tiny huffing noise and lays his ears back before stretching his neck out to say hello to doge ]

Blood is no more than a scaffold that family can be built on.