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drew starkey, homosexual, cisgender + he/him/his → isn’t that thomas langford? i’ve seen them hanging out with the familiars. i hear they’re 25, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be open-minded & generous, but also unreliable & indecisive. it’s cool that they’re capable of protection magic!

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Thomas Langford

Nickname(s): Tommy (close friends only), Tom-Cat (close friends only)

Age: 25

Date of Birth: June 23rd

Hometown: Seattle, Washington

Current Location: Alexandria, Louisiana 

Species: Familiar (orange tabby cat)

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event: masquerade ball location: the chateau muse: thomas langford

everyone seemed to gravitate towards the middle of the room, dancing and mingling as their disguises allowed for a playful air of mystery; some huddled around the drinks trays, or made their way upstairs with their keys to take full advantage of the evenings activities.

thomas, however, had pushed a tray of empty glasses off of a counter and onto the floor so that he could prop up his elbows as he devoured a tray of snacks he'd gathered from various tables. priorities.

people weren't avoiding him, per say, but in a room full he was somehow on his own-- but that quickly seemed to change. looking up through the pastels of his mask, the bell on one of his mask's horns jingling softly, he stuffed the food in his mouth into his cheek so he could offer a lopsided smile as someone approached him at his makeshift table.

"you know, it's criminal really," he started before the stranger could say anything to him, his hand gesturing towards the party behind him as he held onto a comedically phallic piece of fruit, "all this good food and no one is paying it any attention. what could be more important than free food?" he teased, his eyes closing as he winced through swallowing the food in his mouth he hadn't finished chewing; the stolen keys he'd collected because he felt like dangling from the chain around his neck as he turned to face the other man fully. "it's embarrassing, really. i feel bad for everyone else. they're missing out."

@unveilstarters

paying more attention to the flute of champagne in his hand, and the sweet he'd just popped into his mouth, it was no surprise that thomas walked into somebody. well, he thought he had walked into somebody because they were warm-- and smelled good-- but their sturdiness made it feel more like the familiar had walked into a wall.

wall or person, they were still responsible for making him drop his drink regardless. "hey," the word leapt from his lips almost in a hiss as he turned to look at... whatever... he'd collided with. "whoa, you're massive." thomas blurted out as he cocked his head to the side and genuinely took a moment to look the man over. "like really massive."

"wait," his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed beneath his mask as he realized they had said something. "was that an innuendo? were you making a dick jock? does that mean you think i'd be a tight squeeze? that's a bit bold of an opening line," he rambled, his left hand reaching up to fumble with the keys hanging from his necklace. "or, wait, were you trying to say that your suit was a tight squeeze? or was it some kind of comment about how crowded it is here, because if that's the case then..." thomas's blue eyes darted to the side, suddenly distracted as another tray of food was carried past him. normally he would have just walked off, midsentence, to chase after the snacks but this time he had the decency not to just leave.

pouting slightly as the waiter walked further and further away from him, thomas seemed to linger there for a moment before remembering someone was with him. turning back to face the man in yellow, he cocked his head to the side again and pursed his lips with thought.

"what were we talking about again?"

@unveilstarters || Event Starter: masquerade

Abel adjusted his mask on his face before looking at himself once more in the mirror. He had a well fitted suit on with a few yellow accents. The suit covered him nicely, accentuating his hips and chest. The shoes weren't anything debonair, but the tan leather more or less matched the hue of the suit's yellow accents. The mask itself was a bit more elegant, painted in golden hues to resemble a dog. There was even a slight dog snout at the end and a couple of ears folded over on the top. It only covered half his face compared to those he's seen in town so his chipper smile would be able to be seen during the festivities. However, if the rumors were to be believed, no one would recognize Abel anyway.

Abel had lived here for a couple of years. He hasn't had the chance to put every name to a face he's seen just yet, so he would imagine the night would be the same regardless of the masks. Nevertheless, Abel fastens the mask one last time before walking in the chateau. The familiar looks around to see the amount of people around. He walks around the common areas, looking around for someone to share a room with. From the looks of things, he might just have plenty of fun on the first floor of the chateau. He feels someone bump into him and the familiar immediately turns to apologies. "So sorry about that, friend. It's a tight squeeze in here, isn't it?"

"is it good." thomas repeated with a soft, amused chuckle of disbelief. "is it good? this is my third plate so i think it's safe to say it's pretty good." calling it a plate was being a bit generous. the familiar had some much food huddled and hoarded together on his dish that he could have spread it out on one of the large trays they were carrying drinks around on and still had a layer or two of food.

"here," reaching out, he nudged the edge of his collection closer to the center of the counter he was leaning against to offer some to the newcomer. "try it for yourself." while there was a considerable amount of fruits piled together-- bananas, strawberries, blueberries-- it quickly became clear that there was nothing but sweets on thomas's plate; even the fruit was drizzled with various dark, milk, and white chocolates. cupcakes, petit fours, cookies, pastries, were stacked high and he had every intention of eating all of it.

"sorry," he chuckled as he realized that his plate was lacking of any real substance; it was all sugar, upon sugar, upon sugar. "i get a bit of a sweet tooth when i'm drinking. or after a nap. or after i go for a run, or work out. or in the afternoons; and mornings; and most nights... yeah," thomas nodded with a smile. "i guess i just have a bit of a sweet tooth."

"i can go grab you something, though, if you want actual food. they have this really good little finger sandwiches and a few charcuterie boards floating around... or you're more than welcome to help me tackle all of this."

he had debated on showing up at all, being so new to the town and only knowing his bandmates. in fact he would have much rather been back in his room with a book in his lap, notebook by the side as he got inspiration for their next album. oz may have been the more creative leader and face for the band but carver had just as much creative liberties even if he kept it behind the scenes. it was his name alongside oz's in the songs and that was all he cared about, more into the music than getting laid because of it. for a while growing up carver even thought about becoming a ghost writer for musicians and bands not wanting to really be seen by thee world or putting them at risk with his screams. yet the musically gifted had met oz and now he was spotted occasionally on streets when he went to get groceries which still felt funny to him. it's one reason he had kept to himself since arriving a few weeks ago only really leaving his room when needed and tonight it was the call of hunger that drove him out.

after realizing he was out of food and it was too late to go get something fresh, he had remembered the invitation of the ball that arrived at his door. they had to be food there, right? slipping on the given mask, watching it shift from plain and boring to one that mimicked an open mouth skull carver headed down to the ball slowly as if he was walking to a firing squad. really he was just going to grab food and leave. maybe even enough that he wouldn't have to leave his room again until dinner time the next day. really it wasn't that he didn't like people or was trying to be a recluse it was just...well talking to people was hard to carver to the point that sometimes he couldn't talk at all when his anxiety got overwhelming.

go in, grab food and get out. it was carver's plan and he kept repeating to himself so eagle eyed focused on the food he hadn't even realized that someone had spoken to him at first. turning his head to look at him, eyes were wide almost like a deer in a headlights. shit someone was speaking to him. did they recognize him? did they want something from him? did-- oh it was about the food. that fear fell from his face and he smiled some and nodded his head in agreement. "shame...is it." carver forced himself to clear his throat and try not to sound too much like the little green alien from star wars as he said, "i came here...for food....is it...good?" it looked like it by the way the other was eating instead of partying like everyone else but his therapist had encouraged him to keep conversation going if he was in moments like this where he could feel the anxiety but still able to speak. baby steps.

he had danced with a few people. he mingled. he had his fun. really. he didn't just spend the entirety of the party lounging at one of the many concessions tables stuffing his face with food because it was all delicious and free. (well most all of it)

stuffing a cube of cheese into his mouth, or six, he looked up with cheeks full as someone settled into place beside him and asked him a question. swallowing without chewing, he blinked through the brief discomfort as he turned to face the man. "you've come to the right place. trust me when i say everything here is incredible. i keep coming back. you know, now that i think about it, i wonder if they put something in the food to make it this good or if they just have a really talented kitchen staff here... i don't taste magic though, or smell it, so we should be fine..." he rambled, a bit, with a shrug of his shoulders before gesturing to the wide array of available food.

"the finger sandwiches are surprisingly not dry despite how long they've been out, some have meat and some are strictly vegetarian-- we love options-- the veggies are, well, you should know your vegetables..." he explained with a loose smile as he looked over at the man next to him, "personally i like the sweets the most. the dark chocolate squares with sea salt and caramel on top are so good i'd actually wager that they taste better than sex... oh!" thomas blurted out as he turned to face the stranger fully. "don't try the grey stuff. despite what you might have been told growing up, it is not delicious. at all. just... no."

@unveiledvagabonds

Truthfully, the witch felt on edge. He knew he shouldn't, given the fact that he wasn't sure who he could consider a friend or a foe, but he had to dial back. While part of himself wanted to keep a small current of electricity running over his skin so that anyone that dared try to touch him without his consent would be shocked, he also knew that sometimes accidents happen. Still, Xavier kept himself on high alert as he made his way to the concessions table, looking over the variety of food and drink before he shifted his glance to the guy next to him.

"So, you know what's good to eat here?"

"it was more of a coincedance than you realize," thomas playfully argued as the other approached him. "i was thinking about what kind of bread makes the best buns; and how should they be ranked? do they taste good on their own, are they only enjoyable if you're stuffing something else into them, how round should they be... important questions, hence the look of being deep in thought." while that might genuinely be something thomas would spend time wondering over, it was clear as day that he had simply been staring at the man's ass; but where's the fun in admitting it outright?

his lips widened into an amused smile as the other continued crowding his personal space; keeping him pressed back against the wall behind him as the stranger quite clearly commanded his attention; his hand propped against the wall beside thomas's head while the other brushed over his chest, dancing across his shirt and tugging on the keys hanging from his neck. the familiar hadn't touched a single drink and yet everything about this man and the way he carried himself left him feeling drunk.

thomas was enjoying the attention, there was not point in denying that, but when the stranger told him to be bold, to be brave, to not be shy, thomas couldn't help but feel as if they were now playing a little game; who caves first.

"eh, i don't know..." he groaned under his breath as he turned his head to the side. "that all does sound fun," he continued on, his voice picking up a slight rasp as he let his words drag out to feign disinterest, "and you are attractive, very attractive, but... i'm just not sure." he shrugged. "you want me to do all that? have you get on your knees in front of everyone else for me? touch you? desire you? ache and crave for you?" turning his head back so he could look the other dead in the eyes, his own were darkening with desire and mischief.

"then ask me again." thomas challenged as he pushed away from the wall he'd been leaning against so that he and the other were even closer now. "ask me to do all of that to you again and make me really believe how much you want it."

Honestly the amusement of catching the other in the act was never ending, as the other tried to cover up his own actions and Mateo's eyebrows arched slightly under the fox mask, even if the other couldn't see it. "So your thoughts just happened to be directed at the same space of air as my bare ass? Hm. What a coincidence that is." Mateo shot over at the other as he strolled towards the other, making no attempt to hide the rest of that near nude body from the other's eyes.

"And what were those thoughts that were so easy to get lost in at party like this?" He teased as he finally moved into the man's personal space. A hand reaching up to place next to Thoma's head as he leaned in closer, his lips dancing inches from the others before he spoke again.

"Darling. You can stare. You can touch. You can fuck. You could do whatever you wanted to this body tonight." His other hand smoothed up to tease over the others chest before brushing over those keys that hung on the others neck. "You could make me get on my knees in front of all those party goers right here, you just had to ask. A little bravery goes a long away, darling. And for the record. I want you to stare. I want you to ache and desire. I want you to know that there isn't a single other man here that as good as me. How's that?" He answered as he flicked his eyes up at the other.

"You're allow to touch me-" He said with a little nod to the others hands. "Don't be shy, pretty creature." God Mateo loved being able to be this bold. The power of those masks really left him with something of a power trip.

"yeah," he answered with a warm, unembarrassed laugh and nod of his head as the other seemed surprised with how much food thomas had gathered for himself. "whoa, wait, how did you see all this? you can see through that?" he questioned with an almost childlike sense of fascination as he looked up at the other's mask; and the feather's covering his eyes. in fact, thomas went so far as to lift his free hand and wave it in front of the other's face as if he couldn't see him. "that's pretty cool. if i had that mask i'd be walking into walls and tripping over everyone."

chuckling, clearly amusing himself with the thoughts of him wearing a mask that obscured his vision like that, thomas picked up chocolate covered strawberry and unceremoniously popped it into his mouth; taking a minute, or two, to chew it without acknowledging that the man was still with him.

"oh, yeah," blinking, he seemed to snap his attention back and remember that he currently had company. "people tonight clearly don't know what's important. do you want some? i have plenty... but, actually, wait..."

turning to face the stranger, thomas pushed away from the surface to stand up straight. smoothing out the front of his suit, he fussed over his appearance for a second to make himself look better before speaking again. "first," he furrowed his brows and deepened his voice to make himself appear more serious. "if it is satisfaction you seek, you must first answer my riddles three."

masquerades weren't exactly new for arthur, his family had been old money rich from new england. the circles the ashe family ran in were known to throw all sorts of extravagent events like this but the key difference was that those had been filled with people artie knew his entire life and kids he grew up with. he'd only been in alexandria for six months, only collecting a small handful of friends.

at first, the bookstore clerk hoped he could run into thomas and angelo but they were nowhere to be seen. he mentioned the ball to the them, did they ghost him? because of that, he was sitting alone in the back of the ballroom and watching other people dance. around an hour or so into the event, artie could hear his stomach growling. scanning the room, he saw a corner where plenty of food was sitting. perfect.

"oh, is this all yours?" he asked, realizing this wasn't the food table but someone's plate instead. the stranger seemed to be hoarding a lot of the food, or so it seemed. nobody seemed to paying the two of them any mind, more focused on dancing the night away or sneaking off to the rooms upstairs. "yeah.. i don't think they even realized there was any food to eat."

DREW STARKEY as ZACH MACLAREN the other zoey trailer

he thought it was going to be a simple game of back and forth; each one taking turns to tempt and challenge the other with banter and innuendos. when the other's voice began to carry the hints of a whine, and his hand traveled down thomas's chest to settle on his belt, the familiar realized, rather quickly, that there was no way he was going to win; he was going to cave first, if not instantly.

thomas liked to think he was gentle, in life and in bed, but as the other whispered those teases and taunts at him-- begging for what he wanted thomas to do to him-- it pulled at something almost animalistic inside of the familiar. his mind was flooded with the images of making the stranger choke on him; fucking his throat so rough and raw that his voice will be too hoarse once thomas is done to tease him; to hoarse to even thank him. his mind was flooded with the images of twisting and pinning the other's arms behind his back, even if it was uncomfortable for him, and fucking into him with hopeless abandon; making him compete to have his whimpers and whines heard over the creaking of the bed, and over the loud music of the party that they'd likely still be able to hear.

his mind kept wandering with each new fantasy of the strangers and, well, it only took a matter of seconds for thomas to be hard; and aching relief.

"if we don't," the blond started to speak only to interrupt himself with a slight cough as he looked down at the man now on his knees before him; his bulge annoyingly obvious as the other dared to brush his lips against it. "if we don't get out of here now, we're going to upset some people and make a mess of this room... get up. now."

Mateo arched his eyebrows at the other rambled on about the very in depth thoughts of actual bread. He briefly wondered if he should be offended by the fact the other seemed more interested in the topic. Even if there was a smirk on his face at the other mentioned "stuffing them with something else" "You must love a good kitchen."

His head tilted as the other turned his head away and seemed to get some distance from him to play at that disinterest in what they were talking about. For a moment he wondered he had genuinely read those signals wrong. It wasn't till thomas's eyes found his and it was clear there was that utter desire swirling in them along with that teasing glint that showed he was being goaded into moving this game a little further along. Mateo didn't back away as the other stepped forward even further into his space, his barely clothed body pressing up against the familiar as his head tilted a bit at that challenge from the other. A hand moved up the others chest again to curl around behind the others neck this time as he moved his lips inches from the others.

"My, aren't we demanding. But if you insist." If it was a game, he could certainly win such a thing. There was a certain whine to Mateo's voice as he spoke this time, his free hand moving down lower along the others body, as his fingers teased over the others belt. "I want you to fuck my throat like you own it. I want you to let me drink every last drop of come you have and thank you for it after. I want you to pin my arms behind my back and fuck me with every drop of aggression you have. I want you to push me to my limits and then fuck me harder.." He teased those words against the other lips, not quite kissing him. "Fuck every last hole like a beast untamed..' he teased as he finally started slid down the others body, moving to his knees right in the middle of that ballroom. His head tilting back as he let his eyes dance up at the other though the mask. The other had asked him to show him how much he wanted it right? His head tilted foward to tease his lips over that shadow of a bulge in the others pants.

"How that?" The question floated up at the other as his eyes dark and playful shot up at the other.

"yeah? okay." nodding as his lips pursed together, he squinted at the man through his mask as he rocked back on his heels; swaying himself in place as he tried to think. "alright, so, a riddle... right..."

"i never was, am always to be." thomas began, his words drawn out and slow as he tried to remember the riddle in the same seconds he was speaking it. "no one ever saw me, nor ever will. and yet..." he paused for a moment, his thoughts running away from him, only for him to catch them again with a slight nod of his head. "and yet i am the confidence to all, to live and... uh... to live and..."

just like that it was gone.

lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck with mild embarrassment, the familiar let out a soft laugh as he smiled warmly at the man still standing with him. "yeah," he drawled out with an amused shake of his head. "i guess i don't remember the whole riddle... i remember it was a good one though. honestly? i wasn't even planning to make you answer any riddles, i was just messing with you."

"if you're hungry, you can help yourself to whatever i have."

the mask he was currently wearing had been gifted to him when he was given an invitation to tonights event, he didn't know where it came from but it would have been a shame to not use something that was so beautifully crafted for him. he assumed there might be other guests who had the similar masks, if not the same, but every single mask in the ballroom seemed to be uniquely made for that persons. despite the wings covering his eyes, he could still see through them and navigate through the room. "uhh... yeah, i don't know how but i can see pretty normally with these." he didn't have an explanation on how the mask worked but didn't bother asking either. "i thought i'd be doing the same thing." he took a half step back when the blonde started waving his hand in front of his face.

and just like that, the stranger seemed to have forgotten he was there and resumed eating. artie awkwardly waited for a moment or two, looking around the room to see if he recognized any of the faces but no such luck. maybe he'd just head back to the bookshop and get an extra hour or two of sleep. that was when the stranger seemed to remember he was there again and offered him food again. "yeah, i'm actually kind of starving-"

he was cut off, suddenly the guy was standing up straight and dusting himself off. "a riddle?" he looked around, wondering if biard or angelo were pranking him right now but they were nowhere to be found. "yeah, i guess i could answer a riddle." was this guy a sphinx or something?

closed starter thomas x edward

spending his morning laid out on a fence, soaking in the warmth of the sun and enjoying the peace that came with shedding his skin and taking on the form of a cat-- an orange tabby to be exact-- the familiar lazed around for hours. napping. his favorite pastime and something he considered to be a talent of his.

eventually the familiar's stomach began to growl, signaling that he was hungry. he could have easily gone home, shifted back into his normal form, and made himself something to eat... or he could have shifted back, walked into a store or any of the restaurants in alexandria to buy himself a meal... but why waste the energy when he'd noticed a garden nearby; just begging for him to help itself to the vegetables and fruits being grown.

stretching on the fence, thomas let out a quiet yawn. walking the length of the fence, he hopped up onto a single story homes roof and trotted over the tiles; the pads of his paws hardly making a sound as he seemed to prance across the surface. jumping down onto another fence, he went about half way until he saw the garden again. leaping like a graceful assassin, he landed in the lush vegetation silently; hardly disturbing the leaves as he dove between them.

sauntering around with his head held high, as if this were his own garden, the cat pawed and swatted at various vines and stems of the plants growing around him before finally settling to snack on a particularly ripe eggplant. pulling it out from the patch where it was growing, he laid out in the dirt and began soaking up the sun's rays again as he began chewing on the stolen vegetable.

within a matter of minutes, the hunter had laid claim to another two eggplants, a handful of small tomatoes, a few carrots, and some berries-- the remnants of his carnage left in a pile of stems and greens beside him.

clearly the cat was a bit of a glutton.

clearly the cat didn't realize he was caught.

@beyonddeveil

early mornings were something thomas hated the most. if the sun wasn't even up, why the hell should he be? unfortunately for himself, he'd managed to fall asleep on top of someone's roof-- in his cat form, mind you-- in a rather uncomfortable position and even as lazy, and stubborn, as he was he just couldn't spend another minute there.

dropping down off the building, he stretched out and shifted back into his human form. thankfully he had thought ahead and kept his bag of clothes nearby so that he wouldn't be wandering around alexandria naked; though something told him that wouldn't be as frowned upon here as it was in the normal world.

sleepily stepping out from behind the building where he'd changed, the cat familiar was almost immediately knocked off his feet. even with his cat-like reflexes, he wasn't able to save himself. in attempting to step around whatever had just collided into his legs, he managed to step on it's tail as he fell backwards onto his butt.

laid out, back and head thudding against the concrete, he let out a whining groan and just... laid there. "ow..." he complained with a childish pout of his lips, melodramatically staying there for another moment before finally pushing himself back up again.

"well hey boy, are you the one that tripped me?" thomas questioned as his eyes landed on the dog staring at him with concern. right then and there, every ounce of annoyance dissolved from his tone and his features as he smiled at the dog and reached out to pat it on the head. "you should watch where you're going but, that's okay, you're too cute to be mad at..." and it was thomas's fault too. "are you okay buddy? i think i might have stepped on you," he continued on as he pulled himself up to sit comfortably on the ground so he could start petting the random dog with both hands. "i hope i didn't hurt you."

( Open Finlay Starter || @unveilstarters )

Early morning runs were the best. There wasn't that many people out and about. The fresh morning air also always smelt pleasant. And, if you got up early, then you would often see a beautiful sunrise. One that Finlay had managed to catch that morning from the top of a rather large hill in the woods. Today was going to be a good day. Heading back to town to grab a few supplies, he would stay in his dog form until he made it into one of the shops before he turned back. Thankfully he was wearing his enchanted clothes, Aoife had gave him, that shifted with him when he shifted.

Paws patted on the concrete as he ran down the sidewalk, his nose helping him lead the way to one of the grocery stores. That was until he collided with a passer-by coming out from around a building. With a yelp as he felt a foot on his tail. He swung around and rushed over to the other one with a whine of worry. Was the other person okay?

squeaking and hissing as he was unceremoniously grabbed by the scruff of his neck and pulled from the pile of scraps his snacking had left behind, the familiar's body stretched out as if the cat were made of putty as some man-- most likely the one that owned this garden-- hoisted him into the air to berate him.

cocking his head to the side, the orange cat stared at the man's face with deep, wide eyes as he seemed to be so angry he couldn't even think of what to call him; he couldn't even think of what he was. cat. the answer should have been obvious. were his vegetables some prized possession of his? had thomas unwittingly devoured, and destroyed, his life's work? is that why he couldn't think straight enough to call the familiar what he was?

meowing in protest as the man threatened to eat him-- which thomas hoped was a joke-- the cat squirmed a bit in the man's hold in an attempt to get away; but the stranger had a decent grip on him. he could have clawed him in the face, or reached up and clawed at his arm, to make the man drop him but he'd already done enough damage so instead he stretched out his right paw and gently let the pads of it press against the man's noise as he began meowing sweetly; softly.

if the man would just put him down he could explain.

Every day, Ed wakes up early in the morning, laments the fact that this body he is stuck in requires periodic sleep, makes breakfast for his kid and goes for jogging. Not that mere running counts as actual exercise for a hellhound, but that's just what humans do... he thinks. After the run, he tends to the garden and greenhouse. Ed tells himself he doesn't enjoy gardening– it's a means to an end, a human disguise because humans need to work, or something along that line– but there is something comforting about being in the garden. Growing your own food, that was a foreign concept to him once. But now, it's quite fulfilling. Not that he'd openly admit that.

Today when he walks into the backyard of the shop, however, Ed finds a scene of massacre. Eggplants, whatever the red round fruit thingies, root vegetables... dug up and eaten. If he was capable of emoting, he would've fallen to his knees and screamed 'NOOOO' to the sky (Ed once saw a 'movie' where a man does that). No, he simply stews in his white hot rage, almost snapping a broom unfortunate enough to be in his hands right now.

Ed sniffs at the air, searching for the sign of intruders. Picking up a scent but not seeing anyone in the garden, he strides toward the source of the smell. And then he finds it, one of those little creatures that like to purr. "You." He calls out, and in one fell swoop, he grabs it by the scruff of the neck and picks it up. He can smell the vegetables on it...

Holding it up to his face, Ed narrows his eyes and snarls. "Thieving little... what are your kind called? You... furry soft animal." He can't remember the name for these creatures. Something with a kh sound? "You ate my plants. Maybe I should eat you for lunch." He wonders for a moment if it's edible, or more importantly, if it's edible or digestible for humans. How is he supposed to cook this anyway?

that was not an attack. if thomas had wanted to maul the other's face he very obviously would have. no, if anything he was trying to diffuse the tension between them but that clearly didn't work as he started meowing and mewling with concern as the man carted him off to his shed and placed him under a bucket. a bucket. like he was some kind of cockroach or home invader that needed to be scooped up and discarded of.

shifting back, the bucket lifted off the counter and awkward sat on thomas's head for a moment like an over-sized party hat before falling to clatter on the ground of the shed; leaving him sitting there, completely naked. quickly covering himself with his hands, his posture showed signs of stress and tension as he looked up at the other man as if he were crazy.

"are you mad? you were going to kill me for, like, what-- two eggplants?" thomas knew he had eaten much more than that. they both did. "--and, for the record, i wasn't trying to attack you. i was being cute. i made my eyes big and everything before booping you on the nose. come on man. everyone loves getting booped."

"can we just-- can we talk about this at least? you know, without anyone dying? i mean, talk about a mood killer. i haven't even had lunch yet..." he hadn't had lunch yet but he was in this mess because he'd just been caught having his breakfast.

Ed vaguely recalls humans don't eat feathers so by the same logic, they won't eat this one's orange fur. He does have those... machine... thingy that cuts his hair so that should work. A paw touching his nose cuts through his thoughts, and Ed looks back at the creature with no discernible expression. It makes a sound. Probably begging for mercy. "That is the most pathetic attack I've ever seen, creature." He says flatly. "The only mercy you will get is a swift death. I shall make it painless."

He carries the animal to the shed, thinking he should have a tool for the butchering. Closing the door, he puts down the creature on the workbench and... well, he can't just let it run around the shed. He grabs a bucket and puts the animal in it. As if it wouldn't jump out. He then starts looking for an appropriate tool.

But for a second, Ed stops and thinks (something he doesn't do often). Ever since he moved to... this town, whatever it's name was, his supernatural sense has been going wild. He sort of learned to ignore it. Right now, it is going off again and Ed slowly turns around to look at the animal. Questioningly.

"it's not a disguise," he argued with furrowed brows and a dismissive shake of his head. "okay, well, technically i guess it is a disguise but that makes it sound like i was trying to purposefully hide who i am. this is me, but so is-- it's-- you know, the cat is just another part of me." he was doing a horrible job explaining himself. "either way, don't you think this is all a bit dramatic?"

right. it's not like thomas had broken into this man's garden, made a mess of his hard work and reaped the benefits of it for himself, left behind a miniature massacre of vegetation and fruits, and then attacked the man when cornered. though he was still going to argue that he wasn't trying to attack him, that was very clearly a nose boop and everyone loved those.

"oh my gods, dude, how do you not know what a boop is? everyone literally loves them. people go crazy when cute, fuzzy little animal's of any kind let them boop them on the nose-- wait." in that moment it hit thomas. this man was... something. he couldn't exactly smell it now that he'd reverted back to his human form, but when he was shifted into his tabby cat self he picked up hints of something supernatural but he just assumed that was because of where they were. it was all adding up now, though; not knowing what a cat was, not knowing what everything thomas had eaten was called, not liking or knowing about boops. this man wasn't human. he was something else. something more... removed.

"what are you, dude? that's, like, the second time you've made a reference to what human's do?"

"wait, hold on, what? eat me? did you just-- did you just say you were considering eating me? whoa..." thomas questioned, his attention span struggling to keep up; one minute he was looking at the man holding a shovel and a pair of shears and the next he was leaning back on the bench and swallowing his breath hard as the other crowded in front of him, cornering thomas on the bench.

"uh, hi... are we about to kiss right now?" he joked, weakly, in an attempt to diffuse the obvious tension between them. "okay, okay. no. you're right. i... i was in the wrong. i am in the wrong. assuming saying sorry isn't going to be enough here, what can i do to make it up to you?"

Holding a pair of garden shears in one hand and a shovel in another, Ed watches as the creature turns into a human. A subtle frown settles in. He doesn't remember those creatures being able to turn into humans... "I didn't know those furry things can disguise as humans or... talk." He says, still convinced that the furry creature is the true form. Tilting his head to the side, Ed just blurts out, "I am not mad. Humans hunt other animals."

Hunting something that looks like a human is probably not a good idea... so he lowers his tools. For now. "Not just eggplants. You also ate... whatsitcalled, the red berries." He just knows how to grow plants, not their names. "And I don't understand how that's cute or helpful. Or what boop is." Saying that flatly, he studies the now-look-like-human-creature. Maybe it is not a human after all. If it's a supernatural creature, than it's not food. He knows that much.

"We are talking." Ed points out. "I'm not going to kill you. That'd be too messy and you're too big for lunch." Deciding that, he puts down the shears and shovel. He then walks up to and corners the creature. "You still ruined my garden. Stole from me. My plants. And I don't like thieves. I used to punish thieves and debtors. So you are at my mercy."

for a brief moment, a fleeting second, thomas thought there was something familiar about the dog-- about the way it smelled-- but he quickly discarded the thought and simply assumed his senses were picking up another, well, familiar. why would he have any reason to believe it was something more than that?

"how the hells did you do that?" thomas raised his voice as the other suddenly shifted back. he wasn't angry, he wasn't yelling, he was just excited. he had tried countless spells and charms to enchant his clothing so they would change with him, so that he wouldn't be stark naked every single time he shifted between forms, but all he'd been able to manage was tattooing the outline of his boxer briefs onto his body for about three weeks before it finally faded away. "you have to tell me how you did that. did you use a specific material? did you have to get a witch to help you with the enchantment? did you--" without caring about personal space, or simple politeness, thomas reached out and was brushing his hands over the other's chest and pulling at the fabric of his shirt as he asked his questions.

it took longer than it should have for him to realize how insane he likely looked.

"sorry." he offered with an awkward laugh as he let go of the other's shirt and gently patted his chest. "oh, and yeah. i'm fine. despite what you might think, i actually didn't hit my head that hard. i just get easily excited..."

With this human, maybe, on his back, Finlay slowly approached, coming up to the other's face and giving it soft licks to show that he was sorry. That he was friendly. That he didn't mean to knock him on his ass. He lay down next to him as he whined softly. He hoped the other was okay as the fall had been quick...dramatic. Plus, hearing the ow sounded painful.

As the other began to sit up, so did he as he sat beside him. He let the other pat at his fur while he wagged his tail to show that he was fine on that part. Sure, his tail was still a little sore but it would be fine. He sniffed over the other. The smell somehow felt...familiar. He couldn't place it. It felt like he should recognize it from somewhere but not sure were. Though, maybe it was because the other smelt like a familiar like he was. Maybe that was it.

After a few more pets, Finaly moved away from the other. It felt time to shift back and apologize in actual words. Giving a final bark, he began to change. His fur vanishing, all dog features turning human. Thanks to Aoife, he wasn't naked as he stood up. He only had a few sets of clothes he could wear that would remain with him during a shift. Ones he kept safe at all costs. "Hey...I am soooo sooooo sorry about that. I was just running off to grab some snacks and wasn't paying full attention. Are you okay?"