Post by Maestro Forte on Dec 3, 2021 22:35:45 GMT
(Closed. Forte, Softwing and Batscreech)
The maestro was beginning to have… misgivings. Like the Thorns weren’t a good place to work actually.
Welp, time to find something to do to keep his mind off it. Forte had noticed a small influx of cats as of late. That wasn’t a bad thing at all. Forte was a bit of a cat person. Though, he was still getting used to the concept of animals that talked. Domestic animals in particular gave him a lot to think about. It seemed very wrong of him to keep these clearly fully sentient creatures as “pets”.
Still though, Forte enjoyed the company of feline friends. He couldn’t think of much else to bring as a sort of peace offering other than food and bedding.
He stepped into a small courtyard, some rags under his arm and leftover fish from lunch in his pocket. After sitting on the doorway steps, he set the pile of fabrics off to one side of him. A hand removed the tiny scraps of meat from his frock coat pocket and a small flake of fish was tossed a few feet before him.
“Sspsspssp. Kitty, kitty.”
It still didn’t feel right to treat the creatures like pets, but he genuinely couldn’t think of anything else to say.
The maestro was beginning to have… misgivings. Like the Thorns weren’t a good place to work actually.
Welp, time to find something to do to keep his mind off it. Forte had noticed a small influx of cats as of late. That wasn’t a bad thing at all. Forte was a bit of a cat person. Though, he was still getting used to the concept of animals that talked. Domestic animals in particular gave him a lot to think about. It seemed very wrong of him to keep these clearly fully sentient creatures as “pets”.
Still though, Forte enjoyed the company of feline friends. He couldn’t think of much else to bring as a sort of peace offering other than food and bedding.
He stepped into a small courtyard, some rags under his arm and leftover fish from lunch in his pocket. After sitting on the doorway steps, he set the pile of fabrics off to one side of him. A hand removed the tiny scraps of meat from his frock coat pocket and a small flake of fish was tossed a few feet before him.
“Sspsspssp. Kitty, kitty.”
It still didn’t feel right to treat the creatures like pets, but he genuinely couldn’t think of anything else to say.
