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❝They say that cats are angels with whiskers.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#A4D3EE ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFADB9】
|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#A4D3EE ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFADB9】
|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
Clover handed Erika's lunch over, her tail wagging at the sight of her Master. "Master forgot food," the kitten said, "Clover brought lunch so Master can eat." Master Sera reached over, patting Clover's head and giving her scritches behind the ear, rewarding her efforts. "Clover will see Master after school?" She asked as a bell rang, scaring her. The kitten hissed, jumping to hide behind Fiyero, swiping at the air with a clawed hand. "Calm down kid, it's just the bell. We'll see you later," he rubbed at his sore ear, leading Clover back towards the gate. She followed after him, the two animal's tails swishing from side to side as they made their way back towards the mansion. To continue their studies, Fiyero stopped Clover every few feet to make her read signs and memorize directions should she ever need to bring Erika her lunch again.
"Those uniforms are so cute! Maybe tomorrow I should make you wear a school uniform?" Fiyero hugged his hands against his cheeks, his hips wiggling at the thought. Clover chased a bug, running off of the sidewalk and jumping into a bush. "Clover!" Fiyero shook his head, he pulled her out, placing her back on her feet. "You can't go around chasing bugs and ew, did you eat it?" Clover spit the bug out, shaking her head. "No," a scent caught her nose, one that was familiar. She looked back inside of the bush, pulling out a scrap of fabric. The kitten sniffed it, narrowing her eyes. What was this? Why was it familiar? "That looks like a scarf, remember what a scarf is?" Clover tapped her chin thoughtfully, "scarf is around neck when cold." Fiyero nodded, patting her head to reward her efforts. "Very good, scarves go around your neck when it's windy. Now, who's scarf is this?" Fiyero leaned down, inspecting it.
Clover gave it one more good sniff before she remembered where the perfume was from. Cookie, it smelled like Cookie! "Cookie!" The two servants bustled around, looking for the familiar, who was curled up by the pier dejectedly. "Come on," Fiyero lifted him, "let's bring him home and get him back on his feet," Clover nodded, following Fiyero back towards the Harington Estate, where they stowed Cookie in one of the servant rooms. Fiyero managed to coax the familiar to drink some water and eat a sandwich, the strange furry snake seeming to return a bit to himself. Clover peeked under his skirt curiously, noticing the strange bulge. So this woman... was a man? "Oh my, normally you'd ask to dinner before going for the panties." Cookie pushed Clover's curious nose away from him. "Sorry," Fiyero apologized, "she doesn't understand human tendencies yet."
In truth, it was Fiyero's fault Clover had yet to learn boundaries considering what routine he put her through every morning. "Cookie, why were you passed out at the Pier? Where's Julian?" Tears welled up in Cookie's eyes, "he was taken by the Balloon Man!" Clover's ears flattened against her head and she hissed, recalling the villain. "Clover will save," she jumped to her feet. Fiyero grabbed her tail, yanking her back down. The kitten yelped, falling on her behind. "Clover is a cat," Fiyero reminded her, "with no mana and no magical capacity. Going against such a powerful mage would be a mistake. You'll stay here, we'll let the families handle it." Cookie nodded, drying his eyes on the kerchief that Fiyero offered.
Clover grumbled in the meanwhile, rubbing her sore behind.