We Are Bulletproof

Yes, good, good. She was going to be a useful ally in Lucky's solo campaign--to become the most pampered cat this side of town. As he worked his way through the dry treats, he briefly looked up to see her stripping off pieces of chicken. If a cat could have grinned, Lucky would have at the moment. He had a nice box, a nice human and most importantly--treats!

It was as he started in on the chicken that someone knocked at the girl's door, startling him. Lucky's head shot up like lightning, eyes widening and pupils expanding. He glanced in the direction of the door, wondering who was interrupting his meal time--and whether they were friend or foe.

Hmm. This box was a good box. Sturdy, tall but not too tall--half of his head could still poke out, allowing him to take stock of the room beyond. Lucky leapt into and out of the box several times, batted at the flaps and generally had a good time while the girl went away to fetch his treats. (His treats, all his treats, no other cat's!)

He had laid down in the box again, tail batting the side of the cardboard with an audible, rhythmic thump, when he heard her voice close by. Lucky's head popped back up. He looked over at the two options presented to him. Hard crunchy treat... or chicken. Hard choice. Both smelled good, albeit different. Lucky sat there in his box-throne studying the choices.

In the end, he decided that he was worth both.

So he snapped up the hard treat--delicately, so as not to nip her hand--and also swiftly grabbed the chicken. Both he dropped onto the bottom of the box before settling down to enjoy his treats at his own leisure.

Yes, yes, good. She cut the stupid human off—the man grinned in a contemptibly loutish, amused way and stepped aside to let the girl pass him by. Did Lucky have a grudge against that particular human? Why yes, yes he did. If it wasn't telling enough already. That human crossed him exactly once—and Lucky never forgot it. The man was lucky that Lucky was trying to be on his best behavior for his new friend, or else he might have bitten first and asked questions later.

He turned his ass to the human—to be a little crass, but that was the gist of the motion—and his shining bright eyes to the girl. She let him into her apartment, which was interesting. Boxes everywhere. Delicate little figurines perched eeeever so precariously on top of various smooth surfaces. A cat could do a lot of damage in a place like this, Lucky thought with a Cheshire kind of grin to himself.

However, at the moment he simply sauntered in and sat in the doorway, looking at all the things. A cat tree—he'd seen that one through the window when he'd come around peeping in on her. He sniffed daintily. No other strong odour of cats, although there was a faint vestige coming off of her possessions, indicative of cats that had once lived with her. Nothing fresh certainly.

His head swivelled. An empty box sitting nearby proved too tempting and almost in a flash, Lucky was gone—inside the box, scratching around.

Oh clever, clever girl! Lucky's tail swished again, a sign that he was pleased. Some humans took forever to get the message and in the meantime he could just about languish from hunger. All right, maybe not that drastic but certainly he had to wait some time for certain people to get the hint. This girl, in the meantime, understood perfectly.

He stood still for her so that she could get her pets and touches in, purring low in the back of his throat. Lucky even rubbed the side of his cheek against her hand, half-closing his eyes to show that she was now in the safe zone. The circle of trust, as it were. Did it hurt that she was pretty? Not even a little bit. Lucky was not immune to the charms of a good-looking human (or shifter).

As soon as she said the magic word, though—treats—he was off. Sauntering toward the apartment building, he kept his pace slow in order for her to catch up. Treats. Upstairs. Chicken? It depended on how the chicken was made, though. He liked salty things so if it was deliciously friend or slathered in sauce, he was all in. If it was only steamed or something... Meh.

"Meow!" He paused at the stairs with one paw on the first step, looking back at her. Lucky blinked, ears twitching again as a noisy car pulled up and a tall man stepped out. His wide eyes narrowed—but this was purely a human reaction, not a friendly cat one. Repressing the urge to hiss, Lucky bounded up the steps to wait on the landing for the girl, hoping that she wouldn't be distracted by the annoying human.

Well, she was definitely well-versed in the ways of not offending cats. Lucky was pleased; he thought she looked sympathetic to the cause. (The cause being to further his ambitions to take over the town.) No sudden moves, keeping a respectful distance until he indicated that she could approach, and no direct eye contact. So many stupid humans stared at him, not knowing that to cats, it was a sign of hostility.

Hmm. But she wasn't a stupid human, was she? Lucky could sense it; he knew another shifter when he encountered one. He wondered if she knew what he was, but if she did, she didn't seem inclined to show it. The way she spoke and acted, she was treating him like an ordinary cat. Fair enough, he supposed. Not everyone had the ability to sense others of their kind. It really depended on how much exposure they had to other shifters throughout their life.

The flattering words she spoke pleased him enough for him to trot on over. Not too eagerly, now—he took it at still a rather sedate pace. Lucky gave her outstretched hand a cursory sniff. No scent of dogs. This one was clear. He looked up at her again, blinked once, and then meowed again. Food, he was trying to tell her. Everybody knew the surest way to a cat's heart was through their bottomless stomachs!

Ahh, there she was. Lucky caught movement out of the corner of his eyes and sat up straighter, lifting his head ever so slightly to maintain a noble, stately profile. The right side was his good side, he knew; that was the side he presented as he pretended not to have seen her for a few seconds. Enough time for her to get in closer, and then he turned his head towards her.

The first thing he did was Stare at her. It was standard fare for cats; if they all went romping over to any old human, tails wagging, then they were no better than dogs. There was a certain level of pride to maintain, after all.

She had a nice voice, though; his ear twitched in her direction at the sound of her voice.

Lucky didn't move from his spot, but he didn't run away either, the way some other skittish felines did. He didn't blink, though. He just stared at her for another few moments, and then delicately he opened his mouth and let out a quiet mew. His tail swished the grass behind him; she was permitted to advance.

There was a pretty new lady in town.

Lucky had his pulse on everything that happened in Hazleton, so he knew about the girl who moved into the apartment building mere days ago. Naturally, he didn't make the rounds straight away—he didn't want to come across too easy. But now that an appreciable amount of time had passed, Lucky thought that he ought to introduce himself and make it known that he was the King Cat around the block.

He sat preening in a patch of bright sunlight on the lawn outside, brilliant long white fur expertly fluffed and combed. Lucky did have an owner but the man was more of an accessory than anything else. His owner did make sure he was groomed, though, and that his fur didn't clump. Lucky could have done that himself but—why would he, when he had a perfectly good human to do it for him?

That was his philosophy through life, really. Born to purebreed parents, he never saw the need to lift a finger to do things for himself. Being beautiful was its own reward. People seemed to like feeding him and doting on him, which they normally wouldn't have if he were a human. It simply made too much sense to live as a cat than as a plain old human. (Although Lucky was a handsome human, too—at least in his own opinion, anyway.)

He was certain that the pretty girl would like him, which meant one more place that he could go around to, to get fed and flattered. He'd been spying on her as she moved in and unpacked, and noticed a cat tree. A cat person, eh? But he hadn't seen any cats around her place, which seemed... odd. But perhaps the cats were coming later. That worked in his favor; he'd become her new favorite and by the time her own cats arrived, Lucky would still have established himself.

Where he sat, he couldn't be missed. She had to come out sometime. His long, thick tail swished placidly; he blinked at a squirrel scuttling up the side of a tree and silently sniffed. Lesser animals were beneath his notice.

@Hana Choi @Kitryna

Lucky see Ezra soon~

Okay

Lucky come home soon
Have pie
Be human, not cat

Ezra not shoot on sight

Lucky say MAYBE
Ezra not know

Ezra maybe change mind!

:3

Once Ezra know more about Lucky
Maybe
Ezra like Lucky too

Lucky know more about Ezra than anybody
And Lucky STILL like Ezra

That count for something
Right?

Ezra see Lucky butt too
Cats not wear clothes

Ezra did lots of things with Lucky
Sleep with Lucky
Bath with Lucky
Eat with Lucky
Cuddle with Lucky
Do silly sing dance with Lucky

It not different than live with mate

Ummm
No

More like
Big crush. :3 BIG big crush.

Hehe
Ezra scoop poop

BUT
It also like live with mate
Except Ezra not know Lucky human