Nananana na na na na...

[toheirishuman]

Who: John Egbert and you!
Where: The Plaza and/or the grocery store that I'm assuming Vatheon has
When: 10/17/12
Status: Open
Style: Going action because I'm feeling lazy but I'll follow whatever.

A: Plaza
[If you happen to be out at the plaza today, you may come across something small, black, and furry flapping through the air and squeaking loudly. Occasionally, it bumps into a wall or a person (perhaps even you!), almost as though it doesn't quite have the hang of this flying thing down just yet.]

[Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it's a fruit bat wearing a blue bandana. Around its eyes are square, grey markings and it...appears to have buckteeth. Somehow. Yeah, if you know him then it's pretty obvious who this little guy is.]

B: Grocery Store
[Eventually, John manages to find his way to his goal: the grocery store. Why? Because it's lunchtime, he's starving, and that totally fruit aisle has his name on it. While it doesn't take him much effort to locate the fresh fruit, he does manage to knock quite a few things over on his way there. Definitely going to need a clean up on aisle four. But does John care?]

[Nope.]

[Nor does he seem to care how potentially unsanitary it is for him to be eating an apple right in the middle of the display...]

Comments

B!

[rainbowarch]

[John isn't the only one who's been hit a craving for fruit. There's someone else helping himself to apples. Cielo has been hit by a more mild form of the curse, given blue llama ears and a tail. And vegetarian cravings.

He notices the little John Egbat and doesn't think much of him at first. He knows about this animal curse thingy and Cielo knows a thing or two about being turned into a bat. Oh, but be careful, little bro! Your apple is about to tip over! We can't have that! Cielo reaches out with his free hand to keep it from tumbling onto the no man's land known as the grocery floor.]

omg egbat why didn't i think of that.

[toheirishuman]

[There's a very happy squeak from the bat as he opens his mouth in what is clearly supposed to be a smile. He would have been in big trouble had the apple been lost to the floor-abyss! Because he's only just a bit bigger than the fruit himself.]

[Thanks, llamabro, he owes you.]

Because you were distracted by the cute

[rainbowarch]

[Oh gosh, what a super cute bat! Now that apple-related tragedy has now been averted, the two of them can get back to this really important business of fruit eating.

Do you like oranges, batbro? Because he's peeling one right now and offering you a section of it.

The store doesn't mind the two of them just hanging out and eating like this right? It's not like it's losing any money due to everything here being free.]

i was indeed.

[toheirishuman]

[Surely the store people don't mind. John is taking the fact that nobody has come running over with a broom to be proof of that. Oh but what's this? He lifts his snout a little, sniffing the air.]

[Is that...orange?]

[brb, devouring that offering of peeled orange. He kind of skipped over that particular fruit entirely since trying to figure out how to peel oranges with no hands would be too much effort. Especially when there are so many other non-peelable options.]

[rainbowarch]

[He's very pleased that the bat is accepting his gesture of friendship! Cielo breaks John off another piece while helping himself to the rest. He then looks at the peel. And he eats that too.]

You want anything else?

[toheirishuman]

[Gross, dog...did you just eat the peel? Blech!]

[John shakes his head-- oh no wait. Wait. He just caught sight of the grapes. Hold on, let him just try and drag a bunch of those over here to share. It doesn't work, of course, all he manages to do is pull one of the grapes off but it's the thought that counts, right?]

[rainbowarch]

[Sorry. Normally, he knows not to eat them, but today he can't fight these llama instincts.

Since John can't bring over the grapes, Cielo will instead go over and meet him there, plucking a few off the vine and so they can share. This is the life.]

[toheirishuman]

[It is indeed. Now if only John could talk. Because he's quite curious as to who his new fruit-loving companion is. As is, all he can do is nibble on the grape and stare up at Cielo with a wide-eyed expression of curiosity.]

[rainbowarch]

[The language barrier is so tragic, because Cielo wants to know about his new little bat friend too. But this isn't the first time he has tried to talk to animals, and it won't be the last.]

What is it? Need something?

option A

[bethehugejerk]

[By now Karkat has finally managed to get out of the hive. Thank goodness there are people with hands still around, or he and Eridan may have been stuck for the week, barring shenanigans like breaking a window open. This is much easier. But in the vein of curse-related inconveniences, Karkat has also been taking an unsightly amount of naps. He doesn't even sleep, normally! And so, in the aim of staving off such tendencies, he has made a trip to the coral.]

[No one told him it would be so climbable.]

[By the time the oddly-attired fruit bat flits overhead, Karkat has been clambering over the branches of the Lamufao for about ten minutes. Sure, he's touched it countless times, but never has he been on it. Something about it just tugs at his feline brain, and won't let him leave until he's explored this thing fully. Or a suitable distraction comes by--speaking of.]

[SWAT SWAT SWAT come a pair of flailing paws as Karkat launches himself from his perch. Through the air. Without any big flappy wings to help. At least cats land feet-first, right?]

[toheirishuman]

[Huh what? Did he just hear something? John turns around, wobbling awkwardly as he tries to figure out how to keep himself stationary in midair, just in time to see a cat flying through the air.]

[Straight at him.]

[He squeaks loudly, flapping wildly in an effort to turn back around and fly away. Luckily, he doesn't need to, since the cat miraculously falls just short of him. John watches the cat plummet and can't help but...snicker? Or give the closest squeaky bat-approximation of it, anyway.]

[Ahaha! Nice try, kitty!]

[bethehugejerk]

Shit!

[Was that a distinctly Karkat-like voice coming from the cat? Why yes, it was! After a bout of acrobatic twisting, he lands on his feet, true to the reflexes he now has for righting himself. That was kind of odd. Nothing hurt, though. He sits, head tilting up to look for the bat again - and the laughter is an easy clue.]

Get back here, asshole!

[toheirishuman]

[Woah wait what? Did that cat just talk? More importantly, did it speak with Karkat's voice? The bat's eyes widen and the squeak-laughing stops.]

[He dips a little lower, defying logic and moving closer to the cat in the process. Sadly, John wasn't lucky enough to retain his ability yo speak. So while he wants to say "Karkat?" all that comes out is a squeak.]

I have no good icons for this so I'm using my dumb ones

[bethehugejerk]

[Yes. Yes he did. But when John dares to come closer, Karkat's mind is again not on the idiosyncratic details of his appearance, but the fact that a squeaky flappy thing is within his relative vicinity. So he crouches, and--JUMP! Paws flailing, he again tries to catch this frustrating airborne creature.]

you say that like it's a bad thing.

[ghostytrainer]

[WOW ROOD.]

[See, this is why John should have listened to his animal instincts to STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE KITTY. Because there's no way Karkat was going to miss him from that distance.]

[With a loud squeak, John goes down flailing as well.]

[bethehugejerk]

[The good news for John is that Karkat loses any grip he may have had on him on the way down, if solely so that he can right himself and land on his feet. Darn instincts not to get hurt, interfering with his instincts to hunt things!]

[But all the same, with the bat no longer airborne, it's much easier to actually look at him. Last thing he knew, bats did not wear colorful neckerchiefs. The eye markings are suspect too.]

Wait--Shit. You're are a person, aren't you? Whoever you are - [The markings tickle something familiar in his mind, but he's uncertain.] - I'm sorry, alright? It wasn't enough for the scientists to afflict me with an acute case of fluff, but they had to make me a half-pan dead moron, too.

[toheirishuman]

[John struggles to get back upright, eventually opting to start hovering a few inches off the ground instead. There. Much better.]

[The only response Karkat gets is more squeaking. And a slightly offended expression. Apparently, John didn't really care for being pounced like that, instincts or not. Some friend you are, hmph!]

A

[shippingmath]

[Dirk came across the Egbat a while ago, actually. He came through the plaza on his way to get milk There was none in the house, and suddenly this week that seemed like a tragedy and the flitting caught his eye.

Since then he's been standing out of the way of the traffic. It's hard to tell, since he has his sunglasses on, but he's been staring for a while now. It's kind of creepy, actually. And his tail's twitching.]

[toheirishuman]

[John, meanwhile, hadn't noticed the elder Strider at all. He was much more preoccupied with trying to master flying. Somehow it was so much easier back in the Medium. Hell, even when he had god tier troll wings that one time, it was easier than this nonsense. but he's sort of getting the hang of it now, oh wit no, he just bumped into Dirk's chest.]

[Good Job, John. Good job.]

[shippingmath]

[Very good job. At least Dirk will catch him, instead of letting him bounce back.]

You suck at this.

[ghostytrainer]

[A frown and an indignant squeak! Hey. Hey. He's trying, okay? He doesn't see YOU having to deal with flappy wings there, buddy.]

[shippingmath]

Just saying it like it is. Maybe you'd be better if you paid attention to what's ahead of you.

[toheirishuman]

[Squeak squeak! That's what he's been trying to do but coordination is hard. It's hard and nobody understands. It doesn't help that Rose has been carrying him everywhere and confining him to a blanket burrito for the past few days. Neither of those are very good ways to practice this.]

[And that's when he catches sight of Dirk's ears. Taking off from his hands, John lands on his head and immediately begins poking at them. Just because he can.]

[shippingmath]

[It's completely fair that he's been blanket-burrito'd for the past few days, because that is cute. John will just have to accept his fate.

And Dirk would go on commenting on that if John didn't start poking at his ears, which immediately start twitching.]

Stop that.

[toheirishuman]

[A squeak that is very clearly meant to be "no!" As John continues prodding Dirk's ears. Hehe, they twitch.]