[Piccolo still wasn't sure how he'd ended up in this place. He had been out and about trying to do more as his god wished of him--fitting in, after a fashion, by attempting to help out with prayers and the like--when he'd heard a desperate plea from some tiny mortal as he was walking past. While it was true he could only do so much as a shinki he could still act on behalf of his god or in general to be useful to the populace. Besides, his curiosity was piqued as he'd only caught part of the plea and wanted to know what it was all about.
To make a long story short, he had ended up following the tiny mortal and its parents into the cafe and once there he'd been shocked and stunned into into a silent, brooding mass of green shinki. Entirely because he regretted his curiosity-driven path as soon as he realized what the fuss was all about: felines. And there were entirely too many of them crawling, mewling, rolling, sniffing, and everything else about.
There was a fleeting moment of the desire to blast his way out of the confines of the building but it was tempered by the sudden, inane thought of the hordes of cats escaping out into the city. And for whatever reason that abhorred him. Maybe it was the sheer amount of fur and cuteness that it would unleash. He shuddered at the thought.
Instead, Piccolo found himself trapped inside for a bit as the enthusiastic crowds of humans came in and out to coo at the soft, fluffy balls of fur scampering all about. He reluctantly relegated himself to a corner as he eyed everything in sight with a nasty glare of hatred and loathing--until he caught sight of the original tiny human girl that he had heard pleading with her parents outside. His visage softened slightly as he watched her try to coax a small feline out of one of the hidey-holes. The cat, however, was either too stubborn or rude to come out and play with the girl and Piccolo watched as her demeanor slowly began to change to one of unhappiness.
Annoyed, the green shinki glanced around until he spotted a poor, defenseless cat lounging on a nearby stand. It looked to be a good size for a tiny human so he roughly picked it up to the cat's displeased yowl and brought it over to the little girl. He thrust the unfortunate feline towards the girl. "Here," he said as the cat dangled limply in his grip around its collar. It mewled plaintively.
Startled by the sudden appearance of a green man shoving a cat in her vicinity, the little girl went very quiet and shook her head. A glance towards her parents and back told Piccolo she was obviously frightened of him. Well, he was a very imposing stranger. Good on her. Still, she hadn't called out yet and after Piccolo knelt down to her level she seemed a little less scared as she instead began to look at him curiously. When she started to reach out towards one of his antennae though he flinched away with a small "tch" noise that had her pulling back her hands quickly, tucking them under her chin in renewed fear.
Piccolo distracted her by holding out the cat still in his grip front of her. "Here. Don't you want one of these?" he asked her.
She shook her head again and this time spoke up, quietly. "Not that one," she said. The girl pointed to the one still hiding in its hole. "That one."
Piccolo glanced at the indicated feline. For the life of him Piccolo could not understand why she was so dead-set on the one that wanted nothing to do with her. It was stubborn and rude and clearly not coming out of its hiding spot any time soon. With a resigned sigh, Piccolo released the ball of fur in his grasp; it scampered off with an indignant hiss at the shinki and disappeared. Piccolo watched it go and an idea hit him as it passed by one of the tables set up off to the side.
He got up and walked over to the table. On it sat a bunch of cat toys for people to pick up and use to engage the cats. After examining the different types of toys, Piccolo eventually picked up a pole with a string on one end that had some feathers and a bell attached to the opposite end. He walked back to the little girl and offered the toy to her. "Here, try this."
For a moment the girl just stood there and Piccolo feared he would have to demonstrate what he was trying to get her to do but then a light hit her eyes and, overjoyed with the prospect of luring her feline friend out of its hole, she took the stick from him. She immediately began to flail the stick about, whipping the feathered string about quickly, and while Piccolo could see the cat was watching it he could tell it wasn't going to come out with that as its lure. He knelt down again and gently instructed her to be more patient, to keep her movements to a minimum while still keeping the cat interested in its quick flitting about. Thankfully, she seemed to grasp the concept rather quickly.
Piccolo moved away to watch from a safe distance. With her happy nature restored, he seemed more content than he had all day long. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone. Her enthusiasm seemed catching, too, now that she was being both patient and encouraging to the cat as it slowly began to inch towards the exit closest to the toy. The little girl was smart; before Piccolo could prompt her, she dangled the feathers closer to the exit while the cat seemed interested and sure enough was rewarded with a paw striking out. She let out a cheerful little giggle and continued to dart the toy in and out of the cat's line of sight.
Piccolo watched over the tiny human for some time after that. He felt an odd sense of pride as he watched her scoop up the feline and present it to her parents with an excited smile. After seeing her bond with the feline her parents couldn't seem to resist the little girl's renewed pleas to adopt a cat. A few minutes later, he watched the little girl leave with her parents, cat in tow within its carrying case.
Though perhaps not his original intent with the day, it looked like he managed to help out with a "prayer" after all. He let a tiny smile tug up his lips briefly as he leaned back against the wall, arms crossed and looking rather pleased with himself. Let the vulnerable moment pass or interrupt him for maximum embarrassment effect?]
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To make a long story short, he had ended up following the tiny mortal and its parents into the cafe and once there he'd been shocked and stunned into into a silent, brooding mass of green shinki. Entirely because he regretted his curiosity-driven path as soon as he realized what the fuss was all about: felines. And there were entirely too many of them crawling, mewling, rolling, sniffing, and everything else about.
There was a fleeting moment of the desire to blast his way out of the confines of the building but it was tempered by the sudden, inane thought of the hordes of cats escaping out into the city. And for whatever reason that abhorred him. Maybe it was the sheer amount of fur and cuteness that it would unleash. He shuddered at the thought.
Instead, Piccolo found himself trapped inside for a bit as the enthusiastic crowds of humans came in and out to coo at the soft, fluffy balls of fur scampering all about. He reluctantly relegated himself to a corner as he eyed everything in sight with a nasty glare of hatred and loathing--until he caught sight of the original tiny human girl that he had heard pleading with her parents outside. His visage softened slightly as he watched her try to coax a small feline out of one of the hidey-holes. The cat, however, was either too stubborn or rude to come out and play with the girl and Piccolo watched as her demeanor slowly began to change to one of unhappiness.
Annoyed, the green shinki glanced around until he spotted a
poor, defenselesscat lounging on a nearby stand. It looked to be a good size for a tiny human so he roughly picked it up to the cat's displeased yowl and brought it over to the little girl. He thrust the unfortunate feline towards the girl. "Here," he said as the cat dangled limply in his grip around its collar. It mewled plaintively.Startled by the sudden appearance of a green man shoving a cat in her vicinity, the little girl went very quiet and shook her head. A glance towards her parents and back told Piccolo she was obviously frightened of him. Well, he was a very imposing stranger. Good on her. Still, she hadn't called out yet and after Piccolo knelt down to her level she seemed a little less scared as she instead began to look at him curiously. When she started to reach out towards one of his antennae though he flinched away with a small "tch" noise that had her pulling back her hands quickly, tucking them under her chin in renewed fear.
Piccolo distracted her by holding out the cat still in his grip front of her. "Here. Don't you want one of these?" he asked her.
She shook her head again and this time spoke up, quietly. "Not that one," she said. The girl pointed to the one still hiding in its hole. "That one."
Piccolo glanced at the indicated feline. For the life of him Piccolo could not understand why she was so dead-set on the one that wanted nothing to do with her. It was stubborn and rude and clearly not coming out of its hiding spot any time soon. With a resigned sigh, Piccolo released the ball of fur in his grasp; it scampered off with an indignant hiss at the shinki and disappeared. Piccolo watched it go and an idea hit him as it passed by one of the tables set up off to the side.
He got up and walked over to the table. On it sat a bunch of cat toys for people to pick up and use to engage the cats. After examining the different types of toys, Piccolo eventually picked up a pole with a string on one end that had some feathers and a bell attached to the opposite end. He walked back to the little girl and offered the toy to her. "Here, try this."
For a moment the girl just stood there and Piccolo feared he would have to demonstrate what he was trying to get her to do but then a light hit her eyes and, overjoyed with the prospect of luring her feline friend out of its hole, she took the stick from him. She immediately began to flail the stick about, whipping the feathered string about quickly, and while Piccolo could see the cat was watching it he could tell it wasn't going to come out with that as its lure. He knelt down again and gently instructed her to be more patient, to keep her movements to a minimum while still keeping the cat interested in its quick flitting about. Thankfully, she seemed to grasp the concept rather quickly.
Piccolo moved away to watch from a safe distance. With her happy nature restored, he seemed more content than he had all day long. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone. Her enthusiasm seemed catching, too, now that she was being both patient and encouraging to the cat as it slowly began to inch towards the exit closest to the toy. The little girl was smart; before Piccolo could prompt her, she dangled the feathers closer to the exit while the cat seemed interested and sure enough was rewarded with a paw striking out. She let out a cheerful little giggle and continued to dart the toy in and out of the cat's line of sight.
Piccolo watched over the tiny human for some time after that. He felt an odd sense of pride as he watched her scoop up the feline and present it to her parents with an excited smile. After seeing her bond with the feline her parents couldn't seem to resist the little girl's renewed pleas to adopt a cat. A few minutes later, he watched the little girl leave with her parents, cat in tow within its carrying case.
Though perhaps not his original intent with the day, it looked like he managed to help out with a "prayer" after all. He let a tiny smile tug up his lips briefly as he leaned back against the wall, arms crossed and looking rather pleased with himself. Let the vulnerable moment pass or interrupt him for maximum embarrassment effect?]
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