[early morning cat posting]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: everyone
When: July 25
Where: class 3-C
What: a few visitors!
Warnings: none!

[On Friday morning at 6:00 a.m. on the dot, the student body is awoken not by the bell, but by the sound of meowing echoing over the intercom.

[It's not just the PA system, either. Soft, gentle, and very cute mewls fill the classroom hallways; distant on floors one and two, but much louder on floor three. Intrepid explorers who follow the noise will find that one of the third floor classrooms has been overtaken by a pack of ghostly cats!]

[Each creature is the size of a normal housecat, and has the mannerisms of one. That is, they will attempt to hop into your lap for some prime cuddling time, ears and tails flicking adorably all the while. Their bodies are a pale, ghostly white, and their eyes glow a soft, gentle blue. Although they are translucent, they are still solid to the touch, and they feel just like a normal cat does. Soft fur and everything! Aren't they precious? Aren't they just so stinkin' cute??? DON'T YOU JUST WANT TO SMOOSH THEIR ROUND LI'L KITTEN FACES??]

[So long as characters are kind to the cat spirits, the Nekomata are completely harmless. They just want to play and snuggle!! Although. . .]

[Anyone who touches a cat spirit will find themselves hit with a sudden need for physical contact. This can range from something small (desiring a high five) to something bigger (needing to CUDDLE THE SHIT outta someone). Being surrounded by more than one Nekomata means the compulsion becomes stronger, too! One cat means it can probably be safely ignored, but five?? If you don't HOLD SOMEONE'S HAND RIGHT THIS SECOND you JUST MAY DIE!!]

[Oh, so you don't like cats? No problem! The Nekomata are mischievous creatures, and they WILL leap onto people's backs and shoulders without warning. Being cat spirits, they can also teleport from one place to another, so. . . you can be minding your own business one second, blink, and then be staring into the eyes of a cute cat spirit perched on your lap the next.]

[The Nekomata will be drawn towards members of Anzen more than anyone else per their target lock curse, but they are excited to shower literally anyone in a bit of cute kitty affection, regardless of their homeroom]

[Please let me know if your character is being violent and/or aggressive towards the Nekomata. Otherwise, enjoy some compulsive physical bonding with a cute ghostly flair!]

Comments

[tiebroken]

[ His obliviousness isn't as grating or insulting as it might be to some others — if anything, it's reminiscent of how kids at Anakt Garden could be, blind to everything except the world their owner had shown them. At least through it all she can still sense an undercurrent of genuine desire to understand more, and moreover, there isn't malice or pity there.

Both hands raise to keep the heels of her palms pressed over her eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears. She wishes he hadn't said that — it makes them flow hotter and more frequently, her body shaking with the effort to withhold any errant sobs that might escape. It takes her clenching her core muscles and constricting her throat, but she chokes any sound to death before it can make its way out, every muscle in her body tense with the energy it takes. ]

Love can hurt, too. More than anything.

[isdf]

[She looks extremely stressed. Yuma doesn't know what to do about it.

More accurately, he has never had to handle a crying person like this before. Is the appropriate response to hold her by the shoulders as Mark had done for him? But she's responsive, and . . . ah, has she been feeling his emotions this whole time? It's difficult to tell.

Either way, a hint of understanding pokes its head in, past his uncertainties, at her answer. If nothing else, he can believe that nothing has wounded him as gravely as the notion of love.]

. . . So it can.

[His emotions well—a simmering complication of remorse and anxiety—before he refocuses on Mizi. This has nothing to do with that. Unversed as he is, he softens his tone as he leans forward by a margin.]

You appear stressed. Is there something I can do to ease the strain?

[tiebroken]

[ It's a small comfort, that tiny bit of understanding, but it's one she clings to, nonetheless. Followed by his feelings of remorse, which she, too, feels crushed under the weight of. Love and remorse are inextricably intertwined in her psyche, tangled up in each other in a self-flagellating barb. Her body sags as he leans forward, until her pink locks completely obscure her face, the only motion beneath it that's visible being her wiping her face. ]

...No. No, there's nothing.

[ Rather dramatically, she thinks that there is no one who might understand the depth of her pain and sorrow. She keeps it suffocated and choked in as much as she can when she's around the other inhabitants at their school — this conversation just happened to poke at her the wrong way, letting some of it escape. She's always had a hard time controlling her emotions or hiding them — inwardly, she feels a little pathetic having such a poor first impression.

When she lifts her head again, her eyes are tired and red rimmed, but she's successfully stopped the tears from continuing to fall. The lingering urges from the nekomata haven't left, and they combine with her innocent desire to feel the surety of another person's body, to feel embraced, which has always been a comfort. She's past the point of feeling embarrassed or ashamed for wanting something so human as connection. Very loosely, she wraps her arms around him in a hug. ]

Thanks for asking, though.