A Stream Delight

[narr]

Narr lay motionless, but his hearing was still working. What a relief! Only less than a year to do this and he'll be free to do whatever he wants! Even though it's against law to steal, you can't stop a once pirate cat demon from his old habits.
For a long moment, Narr didn't move a muscle nor did a sound escape his kitty lips.
"Why yeh ashking me? Yer just ash alive ash I ams. You got a shoul and sho do I's." he finally frumbled, still laying on his stomach, sprawled out on the floor.

[event]

Michael kind of snorted. "They dont teach you imbeciles anything do they? ... None of the angel's on earth are alive...the only reason that we have physical form is so we can be used like tools... and fit in... you on the other hand have never seen your own soul face to face..." he said turning around. He exit the room without hesitation. Slamming the door...he knew that it was going to be hard for Narr...

[The Night's Spirit]

Narr open a slit of his right eye. His face retorted as Michael slammed the door. "Sheeze, someone is PMSing." he mumbled, rolling his eyes. Suddenly the grey, pirate dressed cat jumped up and rubbed his paws in his mischievious fashion.
"Alrightly......now to find someone's delicious meal. Muhahaha!" he grinned as he raided the factulties's fridge. The cat left nothing in sight, but wrappers, spoons, forks, and containers.

~Fin