SpotBandit
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Keep in mind the lines above the text I write with the words in them identify where the characters (or Atsushi) is located, the time and their interactions.
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The House of Cats
5:25 AM
Interactions: [N/A]
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Today's alarm clock was a poor robin bird that just so happened to fly smack-bang into Atsushi's window, which thumped the pane of glass so aggressively that it managed to wake up the white haired handler inside-- just barely. The two of his purple eyes slowly cracked open after managing to pry themselves away from each other, only to meet the stare of his wooden work desk he'd been sat at last night. All he could do was roll onto his back and stretch, and then groan loathsomely. Damn, it was morning already. He wasn't particularly fond of mornings, or waking up in the midst of them. If he could, he'd sleep until the middle of the day, or sleep until he'd be completely unable to because of the copious amount of energy his body would've had at that point. No, today was just another day of caring for the felines. Most people, if they were tasked with this for a day, would've bolted out of bed and prepared everything they needed almost immediately and tried their very best to accomodate the cats in any way they found suit. Most people weren't Atsushi however, and most people hadn't been doing this for two years straight. The young man learnt that, much like the cats in the house, you could cut some slack yourself. Overwork yourself, and you find yourself miserable. Wether that affected the cats was really up to the cat's personality. Regardless of wether or not the white haired Atsushi wanted to go back to bed, he slumped himself upright and rubbed the crust away from his eyes before flicking it away, probably mourning his loss of sleeping-in privileges he had when he was younger. Even if he was granted the option to rest an extra couple of hours, he'd imagine the stress of one of the cats stepping out the line would keep him from venturing beyond the brink of sleep.
About ten minutes passed before Atsushi emerged from his bedroom, this time with his trademark yellow shirt and a pair of dark pants-- and the socks. Heaven forbid he forget the socks. The white haired handler had watered all of his little 'man-eating babies' in his bedroom, and now had to go check the mail and get the cat's breakfasts ready. It was a Saturday, wasn't it? The handler groaned to himself silently. Ah, Saturday was grocery day. The hell that ensued grocery day was often one of which that rivalled any kind of capital punishment. He'd need to go grab groceries, but he'd need to bring some.. 'tag-alongs' with him-- to his dismay. Disregarding the sense of horror that'd just crept down his spine at the realisation of today's schedule, Atsushi quietly tip-toed down the stairs past the domestic cat room, not wanting to either get jumped on or to wake someone up. It was about 5 in the morning, a time that you would've assumed Atsushi would be fine waking up at if he'd been doing it for about two years-- but no. He would've been just as groggy as anyone else. Perhaps he didn't want to burden any of the animals with the need of waking up at such an early time.
At the base of the stairs he slid past the snow leopard room, then the tiger room, and finally the lion room. Before long, he made it outside. The sun was still rising, but hidden just below the trees the sky was a deep hue of purple- much like the handler's eyes. It was the very crack of dawn, and the air was fresh with cold, damp air. He took in a long breath of air and took off his socks, knowing they'd get dampened by the stepping stones that lead to the mail box. How long would it be until one of the cats emerged, he wondered? He knew that the prospect of grocery day often awoke them from their sleep. Now that he thought about it, if one of the cats died and you muttered 'grocery day' besides their ear, they'd probably immediately spring back to life in a frenzy.
Keep in mind the lines above the text I write with the words in them identify where the characters (or Atsushi) is located, the time and their interactions.
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The House of Cats
5:25 AM
Interactions: [N/A]
-------- ATSUSHI --------
Today's alarm clock was a poor robin bird that just so happened to fly smack-bang into Atsushi's window, which thumped the pane of glass so aggressively that it managed to wake up the white haired handler inside-- just barely. The two of his purple eyes slowly cracked open after managing to pry themselves away from each other, only to meet the stare of his wooden work desk he'd been sat at last night. All he could do was roll onto his back and stretch, and then groan loathsomely. Damn, it was morning already. He wasn't particularly fond of mornings, or waking up in the midst of them. If he could, he'd sleep until the middle of the day, or sleep until he'd be completely unable to because of the copious amount of energy his body would've had at that point. No, today was just another day of caring for the felines. Most people, if they were tasked with this for a day, would've bolted out of bed and prepared everything they needed almost immediately and tried their very best to accomodate the cats in any way they found suit. Most people weren't Atsushi however, and most people hadn't been doing this for two years straight. The young man learnt that, much like the cats in the house, you could cut some slack yourself. Overwork yourself, and you find yourself miserable. Wether that affected the cats was really up to the cat's personality. Regardless of wether or not the white haired Atsushi wanted to go back to bed, he slumped himself upright and rubbed the crust away from his eyes before flicking it away, probably mourning his loss of sleeping-in privileges he had when he was younger. Even if he was granted the option to rest an extra couple of hours, he'd imagine the stress of one of the cats stepping out the line would keep him from venturing beyond the brink of sleep.
About ten minutes passed before Atsushi emerged from his bedroom, this time with his trademark yellow shirt and a pair of dark pants-- and the socks. Heaven forbid he forget the socks. The white haired handler had watered all of his little 'man-eating babies' in his bedroom, and now had to go check the mail and get the cat's breakfasts ready. It was a Saturday, wasn't it? The handler groaned to himself silently. Ah, Saturday was grocery day. The hell that ensued grocery day was often one of which that rivalled any kind of capital punishment. He'd need to go grab groceries, but he'd need to bring some.. 'tag-alongs' with him-- to his dismay. Disregarding the sense of horror that'd just crept down his spine at the realisation of today's schedule, Atsushi quietly tip-toed down the stairs past the domestic cat room, not wanting to either get jumped on or to wake someone up. It was about 5 in the morning, a time that you would've assumed Atsushi would be fine waking up at if he'd been doing it for about two years-- but no. He would've been just as groggy as anyone else. Perhaps he didn't want to burden any of the animals with the need of waking up at such an early time.
At the base of the stairs he slid past the snow leopard room, then the tiger room, and finally the lion room. Before long, he made it outside. The sun was still rising, but hidden just below the trees the sky was a deep hue of purple- much like the handler's eyes. It was the very crack of dawn, and the air was fresh with cold, damp air. He took in a long breath of air and took off his socks, knowing they'd get dampened by the stepping stones that lead to the mail box. How long would it be until one of the cats emerged, he wondered? He knew that the prospect of grocery day often awoke them from their sleep. Now that he thought about it, if one of the cats died and you muttered 'grocery day' besides their ear, they'd probably immediately spring back to life in a frenzy.