shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

"Leave the kitling alone," Valiska says through her teeth. Which are sharper and pointier than one might expect from such a small girl. Who is such a big catte.

 

He straightens up mid-step, neatening his waistcoat.
"Deepest apologies if I have caused offense, milady, it appears I have let my manners slide. Simon Schuyler is my name, may I know yours? Quite the stunning headwear you have there, may I ask how it works? clockwork? So convincing! You must be quite the genius engineer!"

 

But, Burlesque, I can't swim!

-She grins.-

 

-The mi regally accepts the fish, and the shoulder. Several other mis appear around Valiskas feet and look exceeding adorable and hungry-

Mi! -A mi pops into existence near @Le Juge and sniffs him-

 

"If you will stop frightening the poor kitling, we will be fine. Perhaps she does not wish to go home with you. Did you mean my tiara?" Valiska laughs. "I am Valiska Pines. If you're talking about my ears, I was born with those."

 

-the mi is quite unharmed and in fact seemingly quite amused by this. Was that a trick of the light or did it just zoom through the chairleg?-

 

Valiska sits down and begins feeding the mis, with a giant grin on her face. She coos and purrs and chirps at them.

 

-the mis are a chorus of tiny tiny purrs-

 

He returns to his chair, and rests his chin on a cupped hand.
"Truly fascinating, Mistress Pines, I have never met a person with ears like a mythical creature. And indeed, I shall desist from chasing the little fluff around the place, even if my lady wife would be enamored I am sure. Pity."
He shrugs.
"Say have you ever heard of a gentleman going by the name of Samael Schuyler? I have some unfinished business to attend to."
Yes he quite sounds like a music box that got stuck. No this won't change any time soon.

 

You could ask mi if mi wants to come. Mi!
-the mi wages war upon one of Simons shoelaces, quite undoing the bow-

 

Stanford Pines rises and thrusts out his hand. "She's my lady wife, and she is Doctor Pines. As am I. And as our other partner is as well. She's the alchemist, and I'm the engineer, and he's the surgeon. She's not from Earth, not yours nor mine; she's a sapient feline. And I believe the little mi has just reminded you that you cannot own a cat, though a cat may own you."

 

-The mis around Valiska have consumed Much more food than one would think fits in their tiny bodies, several are now napping in front of the fireplace. Several others are playing a rousing game of Zoom And Pounce-.

 

(The Judge sniffs the Mi back, and rubs his face against it, gently, if it lets him)

A most astute observation, esteemed Doctor Pines.

 

-the mi arches it´s back and rubs against the judges face, purring. Then it gets distracted by his tail and attempts to pounce on it.-

 

*Ford blushes, smiles sweetly*

I am proud to be owned by my dear little catte.

 

He watches the Mi murder his shoelace with apathy.
"Alas. Those were my only good shoes. Would you mind accompanying me to my lady wife then, as repairment for my grievously mourned shoelaces?"

He looks up at the offered hand with a smile, not taking it.
"Goodness, how inappropriate of me. Apologies. You are a lucky man, Doctor Pines, or rather, is Doctor Pines a lucky lady? Or is it such that the third Doctor Pines is making both you and your lady wife lucky? What an accomplished household."
He glances down at the Mi attacking his shoelaces.
"I would stand but I believe that would find opposition."

 

Valiska has teased a long ribbon out of the back of her hair and is playing with the mis.

 

After a moment Ford looks back at Oneira, just a bit sheepishly. "I'm sorry to have been distracted, daughter, but yes, exactly so--what we do is what matters."

Then he returns his attention to Schuyler, hand still extended.

"I quite understand, having often been pleasantly trapped in a chair by a cat...or a catte...but surely you can still shake hands?" Ford side-eyes Schuyler. "As for my household, we are all very lucky to have found one another."

 

Does she have cream mi?

-the mi places its tiny butt firmly on top of his shoe-

-the ribbon is a Mighty Foe with Must Be Vanquished! Falling on top of each other with mis-aimed pounces is an acceptable price to pay.-

 

He blinks, then glances at the hand again.
"Indeed I can."
He does shake hands with Ford though, giving him a small wink. Well played Sir.
"My congratulations on your house then. Not quite what can be said of mine. Ah well."

He smothers a small laugh with the back of his hand.
"I'm quite sure she has. My darling Theresa has yet to be posed with a challenge to fetch something she couldn't exceed expectations for."