Post by Zacaria on Jan 13, 2016 18:39:39 GMT -5
It was a day for the cat to be lazy. He'd gone on an adventure that didn't wholeheartedly agree with him by the end of it and it made him a little grumpy. With the company that Colin had given him afterwards, it had gotten better and easier and eventually, he'd fallen asleep. A new day had come and almost gone and he spent the majority of it in the Inne, resting up, doing just about nothing. He'd conversed with Colin, Chloe and Aurora and had been sat upon a few times, but it was relatively fun and nothing bad happened. When everyone had slowly dissipated and he awoke from an impromptu nap, Zacaria was lifting himself up and stuffing his feet into his boots before he paused and remembered something. He'd gotten sandals, hadn't he? It was time to investigate! Rummaging through his pack, he'd looked through a few things before finding them. Pulling them out, they seemed old and needing a bit of a cleaning, so he disappeared to find a rag and some oil to put these sandals back in tip-top shape.
After what seemed a while of scrubbing and polishing, the sandals looked almost as good as new. Happy with his little endeavor, he slipped those boots off and looked at the sandals and shrugged his shoulders. Pulling one on, he strapped the sandal onto his foot and then the other. They seemed to fit okay and they gave him a bit more freedom than a boot did. Pressing himself up, he took a few steps one way, and then the other, even doing a little bounce on the balls of his feet, making sure everything seemed to settle alright with them. For the most part, things went well! He was happy with these sandals.. Until.. Until someone walked by. It was automatic, almost like an involuntary spasm, but his muscles hadn't contracted. That foot went up and went right for a stranger's backside and kicked them square in the rump. Wide-eyed, the feline just stared as the person turned around, glowering at him.
"I'm sorry.. I.. Uh.. It was the sandal."
A whole-hearted point of a finger at his sandaled foot before suddenly, that leg was reaching up to kick at the person again. And again, and again. Only this time the other person had enough of it and had simply walked away and left him there, afraid to move. Looking down, he scratched the back of his head and looked over each foot individually.
"Maybe I have to talk to someone and see if these things are okay.."
And then it happened, his own foot lifted and kicked himself in the backside, sending him flipping forward and slamming face first into the floor of the Inne. He was glad the rush hour hadn't found the Inne yet. Because it seemed that his new sandals that he had claimed ownership over, seemed to have sworn fealty to someone else and followed their commands instead of his.
Quickly, the sandals were taken off and stuffed in his pack. A glance around as he pulled himself up onto the couch he had been at and rubbed his reddened face from slamming into the floor. He'd have to see somebody about these sandals.
After what seemed a while of scrubbing and polishing, the sandals looked almost as good as new. Happy with his little endeavor, he slipped those boots off and looked at the sandals and shrugged his shoulders. Pulling one on, he strapped the sandal onto his foot and then the other. They seemed to fit okay and they gave him a bit more freedom than a boot did. Pressing himself up, he took a few steps one way, and then the other, even doing a little bounce on the balls of his feet, making sure everything seemed to settle alright with them. For the most part, things went well! He was happy with these sandals.. Until.. Until someone walked by. It was automatic, almost like an involuntary spasm, but his muscles hadn't contracted. That foot went up and went right for a stranger's backside and kicked them square in the rump. Wide-eyed, the feline just stared as the person turned around, glowering at him.
"I'm sorry.. I.. Uh.. It was the sandal."
A whole-hearted point of a finger at his sandaled foot before suddenly, that leg was reaching up to kick at the person again. And again, and again. Only this time the other person had enough of it and had simply walked away and left him there, afraid to move. Looking down, he scratched the back of his head and looked over each foot individually.
"Maybe I have to talk to someone and see if these things are okay.."
And then it happened, his own foot lifted and kicked himself in the backside, sending him flipping forward and slamming face first into the floor of the Inne. He was glad the rush hour hadn't found the Inne yet. Because it seemed that his new sandals that he had claimed ownership over, seemed to have sworn fealty to someone else and followed their commands instead of his.
Quickly, the sandals were taken off and stuffed in his pack. A glance around as he pulled himself up onto the couch he had been at and rubbed his reddened face from slamming into the floor. He'd have to see somebody about these sandals.