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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 16, 2009 13:52:05 GMT -5
"Something about a promise," said Mikeal, still stroking the soft fur of the adult cat. It looked like it had been in the shop a long time, probably an ugly kitten. Its fur was mousy brown, and it had a flat face that looked like it had run head-long into a brick wall. Its left eyes was pale blue, and clouded over, but the other was yellow. It wasn't the prettiest of cats, but it was certainly kind enough. "A promise that the man made," Mikeal added. "And something about their daughter, I think." |
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Post by Sara-May Josen on Aug 17, 2009 21:16:38 GMT -5
"Hmm" she thought about it. "ouch" the ferrit had bit her. She pulled her hand away and looked at the blood on her finger. PInching it to try and get the blood to stop, she then placed her finger gently between her lips to see if it would stop that way. When her finger was out from her lips, her eyes watching it for a moment before looking towards Mikeal. "No Idea" She gave a warm smile, she really had no idea, wasn't much to go off really, his explanation fo what happened. She wrapped her finger with the bottom of her t-shirt. Once her finger dried, she'd just tuck her t-shirt in.
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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 18, 2009 18:31:09 GMT -5
Mikeal was a bit surprised at how Sara-May had dismissed it, as if she weren't even interested in her peculiar acting. Then again, her behaviour was always seen as strange and unusual, Mikeal supposed that this was nothing out of the ordinary for her. The cat leaped off of the counter and rubbed against Mikeal's leg as the boy leaned against the shelf where the cat had previously been. He felt bad for the poor cat. Mikeal returned Sara-MAy's smile, eccentric or not, she was really nice. Just, different. Like the cat. |
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Post by Sara-May Josen on Aug 19, 2009 8:48:30 GMT -5
It was eccentric ways that kept her from having any close friends or relationship0s. Apparently she was too out there.. like way in left field. She gave a warm smile. making sure her finger was not bleeding any more, she moved around the area wondering what animal she would get if she ever could afford one. "It's better not to try and dwell on a vision or whatever it is.. One it'll jsut get farhter and father away sO Ireally won't remember and two.. it could make me go insane. I've learned that if It's important it'll happen again." She explained after seeing that look on his face.
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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 20, 2009 20:25:37 GMT -5
"You are very wise, my friend," said Mikeal with a slight nod as Sara-May explained why she wasn't terribly curious about her strange little reenactment of some sort of argument. He himself would not be able to handle knowing that something like that was happening to him and not know a single thing about it. He would probably go to the extent of driving himself completely insane trying to figure it out. Sara-May was a strong person to be capable of doing that, as if it really weren't that big of a deal. One of the employees came by him and asked if he was looking for anything. "This cat," said Mikeal, tilting his head toward the one rubbing against his leg. "How much?" He looked down at the somewhat ugly cat that had seemed to favour the Gryffindor boy. "Ludwig, nobody wants him, just takes up space, really. I'll sell him for cheap. How does ten Galleons sound?" said the man. Mikeal paid him, it just seemed sad for the cat to live in a shop its whole life, unwanted. |
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Post by Sara-May Josen on Aug 24, 2009 14:21:00 GMT -5
She smiled watching the boy holding the cat. He was a good guy, sara- may thought of him as a good guy that by now should have been taken. He was cute, he was sweet and to be single unless by choice was weird in her mind. "are you going to keep the sme name or change it." She asked about the cat's name.
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Post by Mikeal Aeromacher on Aug 24, 2009 17:48:09 GMT -5
"I will keep it, I think," said Mikeal, picking up Ludwig around the middle. The cat purred as he scratched him behind the ears. Ludwig. It was a German name and he could say it easily, rather than all the English names that surrounded him. He had particular trouble with "th" and "w" sounds. Although it was spelled with a w, Ludwig was pronounced "lud-vig". At least that was the German way of saying it. "I can say it easily." said Mikeal. Ludwig closed his contrasting eyes. Mikeal figured that he was blind in the left eye, which was the pale blue one with film over the pupil. |
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