Bubble tea and Midnight patrols.

by Guest Sat May 26, 2012 2:04 am

Ears perked beneath a poorman's hat. Blue eyes opened to the world and surveyed about in a panic. Where was he? A lurch in his stomach and his mind buzzed in his head. His name, what was his name? W-Wheatley? That sounded about right. For some reason his body felt different. Where was master? The slits of his pupils narrowed as the cat-boy say up and felt his new body a bit harder to manage. He wasn't as agile in this state, but he was fine with it. How many months had he been like this now? Well, in actuality, it had only been a couple weeks. It had taken a lot to become adjusted to this new form. His claws dug at the snow a moment and his tail flicked rather angrily, back and forth. A cat with no real sense of direction.. who would have known?

A soft groan came from him as he arched his back until it cracked and then proceeded to rotate his body. A few more earned pops filled the air. For a uniform, he wore a long, baggy shirt and a pair of black slacks. Did he feel cold? Not as much as some people would think. His nose inhaled the scent f cold, before he shivered once and looked around him. Hmm.. he seemed to have wandered off a distance again. Oh well, now was time as ever to try and find Master Emma once more. His eyes closed and his lips pulled into an unpredictable smile. Oh, what was that feline up to, today?