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thecapitol2013-06-06 10:48 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-06 10:48 pm
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Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word [Closed]
Who| Howard and Sigma Klim
What| Apology cats.
Where| The Suites.
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| Mild cat abuse.
It's always awkward with Sigma. Then again, Howard thinks, in general it's awkward with anyone after you've snapped at them over little nothings, after you've somehow managed to take offense to the fact that they like their own kid more than you, the stranger who stabbed them when you first met.
Howard's holding a designer cat that he stole from a pet shop. Given that he didn't kill anyone last round, he didn't have the credit to buy it, so he had to smuggle it out and replace it with the padding his stylists have been shoving into his outfits to make him look less pathetically starved. Thankfully he's starting to fill out, just a little, the bones looking less sharp against his flesh, the butterfly and fern leaf shapes of his pelvis and sternum turning into a spade and a ripple, respectively.
The cat's in a plastic box he's carrying. Howard looks at the cat's bizarre pattern and rolls his eyes. Figures that the Capitol can't even do a proper housecat right. The cat scrabbles against the side, probably for air, but Howard's reasonably certain it'd take a few more hours for it to suffocate.
He knocks on Sigma's door.
What| Apology cats.
Where| The Suites.
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| Mild cat abuse.
It's always awkward with Sigma. Then again, Howard thinks, in general it's awkward with anyone after you've snapped at them over little nothings, after you've somehow managed to take offense to the fact that they like their own kid more than you, the stranger who stabbed them when you first met.
Howard's holding a designer cat that he stole from a pet shop. Given that he didn't kill anyone last round, he didn't have the credit to buy it, so he had to smuggle it out and replace it with the padding his stylists have been shoving into his outfits to make him look less pathetically starved. Thankfully he's starting to fill out, just a little, the bones looking less sharp against his flesh, the butterfly and fern leaf shapes of his pelvis and sternum turning into a spade and a ripple, respectively.
The cat's in a plastic box he's carrying. Howard looks at the cat's bizarre pattern and rolls his eyes. Figures that the Capitol can't even do a proper housecat right. The cat scrabbles against the side, probably for air, but Howard's reasonably certain it'd take a few more hours for it to suffocate.
He knocks on Sigma's door.