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[attr="class","giada i"]the eye roll in response is only halfhearted, mismatched with the spreading of an amused grin. "food hunger," she supplies. and then she's pressing closer, head tilting toward whatever direction the bedroom is. "i have a few ideas for the other hunger, though." plenty of ideas, really. each one she knows he'll more than likely enjoy.

but first, food. she hums around chewing on another strawberry. "you wanna do, like, barbeque or something?" or pasta. a bitch loves some pasta.

he elicits another laugh from her. the skitty in question mewls and stretches, momentarily distracting her. "i'll be happy to give it all of my couches," and her bed. her whole life too if it wanted. damn, definitely a cat lady. her eyes lazily drift back to him and she can't help but touch on how he seems to be a cat magnet. "you know, you're acting like you won't let it up on the bed with us." he would. she's seen it before with caramella. maybe he's just a sucker for a nice skitty?

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]realistically, caramella had been more than content just existing next to him. but being scooped up into his arms? the purrs that rumble out from the skitty are abnormally loud as if she wants to make a point to show just how much she likes him. her chin settles onto his arm, cuddling up with a swish of her tail.

as soon as the pool is set up, giada's already rising from her spot. too much heat, not enough water. she pauses, however, as abner turns toward her. and while most cats aren't exactly fans of water, the skitty he's holding has always been a little strange. like rubbing against her wet legs after a fresh shower or trying to climb into the bath with her.

"definitely in," she laughs. as if further cementing her answer, the skitty mewls in agreement.

the blonde doesn't bother to wait before sliding in front of him to step into the pool. a satisfied sigh escapes and she's sinking in with a lazy grin. "thank god for pools."

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]it's not often she's at a loss for words but right now, watching as both kitties curl into his lap has her struggling to come up with anything. how cute holy shit.

she's settling in next to him without hesitation, a bright smile planting itself onto her face. "thank you," she murmurs. "i love it!" okay, love is a bit of an understatement but how exactly does she describe that this is probably the sweetest thing someone's done for her? she runs an idle hand through the peachy skitty's fur, somehow brightening even further when it purrs loudly in response.

a laugh escapes when he moves to dig into the strawberries. she's a little unashamed with the way her eyes follow the fruit into his mouth. mmm, those do look good. giada leans over him to snag one for herself and doesn't bother tasting the fruit before popping it into her mouth. "good choice," she winks, already moving to grab another. "are these really gonna fight off the hunger, though?" or should they consider dinner, too? dessert first sounds better though...

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]those emojis? yeah, her ass definitely moved a little faster once those lit up the dim screen of her phone. and while she thought it might've taken her a while to actually get to the address, she's pleasantly surprised to say it had been a short trip. a whistle escapes the blonde as she takes a moment to simply stare at the seashore house. it's nice, really nice actually. but she's a little curious as to why he's pulling her all the way out here instead of their usual haunt.

caramella enters the house first, announcing her arrival with a high pitched mewl and the sound of little paws scrambling across the floor. giada appears a moment later, the door clicking behind her. "helllo," she calls, stopping only to slip out of her shoes before finding him.

and the way her body goes rigid at the sight of him should be hilarious. except, she definitely might be close to tears and it's not because of some sad bitch hours. nope, it's that precious little kitty curled up on his lap that has her feeling all sorts of emotions. "what's this?" it comes out halfway between curious and disbelieving. a peachy skitty, a tray of chocolate covered strawberries, and him? someone pinch her cause this feels like a dream. the pink kitty at her ankles darts forward to join the two on the couch and slowly, she does as well.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]damn, sightseeing? her too! well... more like appreciating the art of a body but oh well.

giada's grin widens a considerable amount and she's leaning forward before she can consider any other action. "i guess you could say the same for me," she purrs. there's no shame, no remorse. only her and what could easily be seen as a pretty mirage. a trick of the eyes, maybe. except, this woman is very much real and playing her favorite game: hard to get.

ready, player one?

"you enjoying the sights?" a double sided question, a double-edged sword. either way she replies, the blonde will more than likely sink her claws in a little further.

meanwhile, her skitty is more than happy to regard the dragonair with a friendly mewl. before caramella can move from her spot, however, two new pokemon join the little group and her tail is sent wagging. friends? friends! the skitty is ecstatic, bouncing between all of them as if she can't decide which one she'd like to play with more. giada pays the new pokemon little mind, blue eyes too focused on the woman. her head tilts to one side as if expectant of something she doesn't know yet.

@aria
passing!

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[attr="class","giada i"]maybe it's the scene or the company but she's not able to stop the way her lips curl. a cheshire cat smile that widens the longer she's lingering at the bar, tucked perhaps a little too close to marcel's side. she'll blame it on the many bodies in the room if he brings it to attention but something tells her he might not mind as much as she believed.

"i thought i was taking you for drinks," she retorts. a laugh follows and she's propping her upper body onto the bar, offering the bartender a flirty wink. if he's buying, who is she to deny him? besides... marcel, buying her a drink? hello, dream world!

eventually she'll decide after taking her sweet time mulling it over. and when she does, she has to keep herself from bumping her hip into his just for the thrill of it. "rum and coke."

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada i"]"hey," she murmurs, tilting her head until he comes into view. there's almost an invitation in the way she exposes the skin of her neck. as if a better angle in the sunlight will have an effect. it doesn't but she'll never stop trying anyway. "you have sunscreen, right?"

for someone who practically prides herself on acting like a cat, she's not the best at suntanning. maybe that's why she forgot her own bottle? sure, let's go with that.

giada shifts on her towel until she's propping herself up on one elbow. a better look at him without the sun in her eyes is what she's aiming for but if she ends up nonchalantly accentuating the red bikini? well, no shame in that game. a skitty curls beside her hips, pressed into her skin with a continuous purr. and when she moves a hand to rub circles into the cat's fur, she raises an eyebrow at marcel. "or, better yet, a drink?"

marcel maeda

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[attr="class","giada i"]sunglasses? check. bikini? check. cute cat that keeps splashing her in the face? triple fucking check.

sometimes, the skitty makes her knees weak and her body turn into jelly over the cuteness of her antics. today, however, is not that day. maybe it's the heat that's making her a little irritable but the routine grew tiresome after the first ten splashes of water hitting her face. now she's slipping into that dangerous territory of scolding. her, actually scolding her skitty? someone call the devil cause his home's about to freeze over.

thankfully, her dewgong comes to the rescue in the form of a distraction for the overly excited kitty. it allows her to relax a little, to resume stretching her legs on a rock. eventually, she'll miss the little showers of splashed water but for now, she's content with lounging in the sun much like a cat in a window. at least... she was. until that same little kitty scurries off to greet a newcomer.

sunglasses slide down the bridge of a nose and she's unashamed in the way her eyes roam the woman's body like a predator sizing up prey. "hey," she calls as if to draw more attention to herself. for added effect or just for shits and giggles, she raises a leg and waves her foot around in place of a hand. "whatcha doing, darling?" and maybe it's because she wants to be caught staring but she's not even bothering to tear her eyes away from the woman's form to find her eyes. not yet, anyway. a little longer to satisfy her curiosity, thanks.

@aria

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[attr="class","giada i"]dirt, on these heels? no thanks.

except, she doesn't have much of a choice. roped into providing her services as, ugh, protection means she's forced to get down and dirty. and while she's used to using hands on methods, dirt and red leather catsuits really do not mix. someone remind her to thank whoever sent her here. or, better yet, send them her dry cleaning bill. she can already think of one particular person with the power and means to distract her from harassing him. i'm lookin at you, marcel maeda.

as long as she's here, however, she might as well try to look alive?

"we just stand here and look pretty, right?" she chimes from her perch atop a headstone. it's probably in poor taste but that's the funny thing about cats: if they fit they fucking sit. her skitty is no exception, taking a page out of her trainer's playbook and settling comfortably on her lap. purring as red gloved hands lazily trace circles in pink fur, she looks more like a lap cat than a protector. the bisharp lingering behind them, though? definitely the muscle.

at least they gave her a pretty partner. she can't complain too much with that.

Igor

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[attr="class","giada i"]her skitty doesn't listen. why would she? you expect her to just abandon those leaves? when they bounce when swatted? ha, next fucking joke!

perhaps the cat's refusal to abandon the bush works in her favor, however... a dratini pokes its head out from that very bush and the appearance does little to deter the skitty. in fact, she's mewling with unbridled excitement at the prospect of a new friend. "don't hit it," giada warns just as she sees the cat wind up for another swat. a pause, a lingering paw in the air, and then it falls back to the ground.

"sing," the blonde murmurs. she drifts closer to the pair while caramella starts off the day with a light melody. their new little friend is lulled into a peaceful slumber, curling around itself until it's a coil in a bush. by the time the first snore hits her ears, she's already bending at the waist to tap a safari ball gently on its head.

safari.
capturing!

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]god, could it get any hotter? while ac is a blessing, it only gets you so far. and to make matters worse, there's only so much you can take off. it's not like you can take off your skin to relieve the heat. ugh.

her nose scrunches as she watches him douse his sharpedo with water from her spot beside the umbreon. her skitty, bless her little heart, is content to try and swat a paw at the hose. always playful and always following abner wherever he happens to go. it's cute, she decides with a light laugh. her attention is snagged by the water, however. man it must feel nice... "hey," she calls, a hand rising to sweep messy blonde hair over one shoulder. anything to keep it off her neck. "soak me next?" it's only half suggestive if she stops to think about it.

when he shifts to begin blowing up the pool, the skitty naturally scurries to join him. mewling for attention, rubbing herself into the sides of his legs. the sight brings a grin to her face because really, her too damn what a mood.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]"depends on the company," she offers with a wink. really, she'll frequent any place with a stocked bar but that's neither here nor there. the faint glow of the sign paints her features in signature red and they're only half devilish when she steps closer to him.

something tells her he's more of the classy club kind of man but he's giving her control of the situation, control of the setting. it brings a grin to her lips and not just because he actually agreed to even show. she's stepping to the door before he has any chance to change his mind. her head tilts in invitation, blonde hair shifting to expose the skin of her shoulders. "come on, hot stuff."

marcel maeda