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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.

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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."