Snippet #1661611

James: James blinked and looked downwards towards a fluffy cat. He smiled a little and leaned down, rubbing it's head gently before blinking. "Are you hungry? He asked, he could make no distinction between neko's and cats. He smiled anyways and dug into one of his pockets, his purple jacket pocket, pulling out a sugar cookie he found in the house to take with him for a snack. Either way, he could buy food, so he set the cookie down near the cat. He wasn't sure if or if not the cat would eat it, but is was cute so he figured he'd give it at least something. He'd seen it scrounging for food, anyways.

He sighed a little and sat back upright, blinking at the cat and then around slowly. James sat there quietly in the warm light. He was smiling a little still but he wondered wether or not he'd be able to find a friend today, besides a cat. He hadn't been out of that big old house in weeks and it was nice to be outside. He sighed and thought quietly by himself, blinking at a cat with soft blue eyes. The sunlight made him comfortable and he sighed once more, his skin feeling enlightened and prickling with warmth.

Tabitha: Tabitha's blue eyes flickered in the light. Her hair hung around her shoulders. She was standing upright blinking into stores slowly as she walked along the side walk, her rainbow-dyed curls hung damply. Her face was soft and she sighed, blinking into a baking store and she sighed yet again. Her eyes dazzled in the light and up against the glass in the store window, she groaned a little with impatience. She wanted desperately to work in this shop. The only problem was, no one wanted a pure-bred persian neko working in a bakery. They where obviously to much hassle and bad at anything and everything besides being pets.

Tabitha whimpered a little, fingers pressed up against the glass. All she ever wanted was a master and to bake for them. She was such a kitten, always wanting. Her mother told her that at least. She stood there quietly, wondering if maybe someone would walk by and help her out in some way. Such a dreamer she was. She stood there silently, wishing.