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yogen2022-06-04 11:50 pm
silentabyss) wrote in yogen2022-06-04 11:50 pm
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[OPEN] catboy crimes
Who: Noah & You!
What: Rumours about Noah being a cat become reality. Prompts range from "catboy" to "oh my god he's actually a cat".
When: June 10th and onwards
Where: All around the school
Warnings: N/A so far
[Noah has no idea why, but he wakes up on the morning of the tenth and he has cat ears and a tail. You know, like this. It's one of the more confusing things to happen to him, like hey hi he just got back from the woods and he's a cat now? Why?
There are worse things to be, he supposes. He's lowkey excited about this, and by lowkey I mean the second he realises that the tail is actually attached he's in the dorm common room chasing it which is... hm. Very cat of him.
This is the kid who gives himself shadow cat ears all the time, so it's not shocking that he's jazzed, but still. When Noah catches himself, he stops and looks sheepish, ears flattening. The best (worst?) part about this whole thing is that when he talks, sometimes, he makes a cat noise. Lots of nyas and mews and mrrrows and the sort, which, again, he already does that when he's playing with the shadow cats — but still! It's kind of odd!
Why is this happening, he wonders, as he's also having the time of his life chasing that loose string on your jacket hi hello! Is for him? Is for him— is not for him, Noah gets control of himself as he's swatting at it and profusely apologises.]
I'm— sorry, myaa. I, um...
[He has no excuse. The ears are flat. The tail is flicking. He's sorry.]
β½ In which Noah knocks your stuff over for fun
[By the 13th, Noah's nails have become little kitty claws, which cause more harm than good. He can't wear his gloves anymore (lame), but more importantly, he's started to cause problems on purpose with them. Fun facts: Claws make climbing easier. Claws also mean crimes.
One day, while making direct and unbroken eye contact with you, Noah swats your things off of your desk, or wherever it is your stuff is at. He feels no remorse; the longer this cat transformation goes on, the more he stops apologising, because cats do not feel guilt ever.
The day after that, if you have curtains, congrats: there is a catboy climbing them to get at whatever is on the top shelf in your dorm. If you try to get Noah down, he hisses and gives you a very angry tail lash, because how dare you. If you let him continue to climb the curtain, he is on the shelf and your stuff is not.
Is that a closed door? Noah scratches at it with his stupid little claws. Let him in.
He eventually starts avoiding water. There's a part of him that knows he has to take showers, thank god, but they last five minutes and he makes sad cat noises the entire time. If he's doing something you don't like, it's advisable to spray him with water. If he really doesn't like that, though, there's a chance he might bite you with his sharp cat teeth.
This is just getting worse as time goes on. It's probably a good idea to teach the cat-Noah what is socially acceptable and what isn't, because otherwise...]
β½ Pspspsps
[By the 20th, there is no more Noah. There is, however, a new cat hanging around! This one is small and lithe, with shiny blue-silver fur that is reminiscent of that moon-kinning teenager that's been knocking shit over recently. It is not a very well-behaved cat depending on who is in the room. It also has a loud meow when it wants something.
Noah-cat is still Noah, and still recognizes you. He's just... a cat. He has no way to say "hey, I'm actually Noah", and so he tries to hint at it in the ways he knows how, such as leading you to the art room to pilfer supplies or to where his locker is to bat against it. Or maybe he's taking you to Clamor's classroom, or to the actual sickle itself since Noah can't exactly wield it right now.
That being said, he's still... a cat. With cat tendencies. Which means, sometimes, he's at the dorms tearing the fuck out of the couch. Sometimes he's asleep on your pillow. Sometimes he gets zoomies and runs laps around the common room before settling into a corner and passing out for sixteen hours. Sometimes, your lap is a warm bed and he's purring.
And sometimes your water bottle belongs on the floor again.
It seems that you have a new pet to take care of. Congratulations.]
β½ Wildcard, meow
[This log is unhinged and I'm sorry, I hope it brings you joy anyway. I hope this is the serotonin log. Feel free to tag into multiple prompts if you want! If you want to do other things with your new pet cat, feel free to wildcard too.]
What: Rumours about Noah being a cat become reality. Prompts range from "catboy" to "oh my god he's actually a cat".
When: June 10th and onwards
Where: All around the school
Warnings: N/A so far
[Noah has no idea why, but he wakes up on the morning of the tenth and he has cat ears and a tail. You know, like this. It's one of the more confusing things to happen to him, like hey hi he just got back from the woods and he's a cat now? Why?
There are worse things to be, he supposes. He's lowkey excited about this, and by lowkey I mean the second he realises that the tail is actually attached he's in the dorm common room chasing it which is... hm. Very cat of him.
This is the kid who gives himself shadow cat ears all the time, so it's not shocking that he's jazzed, but still. When Noah catches himself, he stops and looks sheepish, ears flattening. The best (worst?) part about this whole thing is that when he talks, sometimes, he makes a cat noise. Lots of nyas and mews and mrrrows and the sort, which, again, he already does that when he's playing with the shadow cats — but still! It's kind of odd!
Why is this happening, he wonders, as he's also having the time of his life chasing that loose string on your jacket hi hello! Is for him? Is for him— is not for him, Noah gets control of himself as he's swatting at it and profusely apologises.]
I'm— sorry, myaa. I, um...
[He has no excuse. The ears are flat. The tail is flicking. He's sorry.]
β½ In which Noah knocks your stuff over for fun
[By the 13th, Noah's nails have become little kitty claws, which cause more harm than good. He can't wear his gloves anymore (lame), but more importantly, he's started to cause problems on purpose with them. Fun facts: Claws make climbing easier. Claws also mean crimes.
One day, while making direct and unbroken eye contact with you, Noah swats your things off of your desk, or wherever it is your stuff is at. He feels no remorse; the longer this cat transformation goes on, the more he stops apologising, because cats do not feel guilt ever.
The day after that, if you have curtains, congrats: there is a catboy climbing them to get at whatever is on the top shelf in your dorm. If you try to get Noah down, he hisses and gives you a very angry tail lash, because how dare you. If you let him continue to climb the curtain, he is on the shelf and your stuff is not.
Is that a closed door? Noah scratches at it with his stupid little claws. Let him in.
He eventually starts avoiding water. There's a part of him that knows he has to take showers, thank god, but they last five minutes and he makes sad cat noises the entire time. If he's doing something you don't like, it's advisable to spray him with water. If he really doesn't like that, though, there's a chance he might bite you with his sharp cat teeth.
This is just getting worse as time goes on. It's probably a good idea to teach the cat-Noah what is socially acceptable and what isn't, because otherwise...]
β½ Pspspsps
[By the 20th, there is no more Noah. There is, however, a new cat hanging around! This one is small and lithe, with shiny blue-silver fur that is reminiscent of that moon-kinning teenager that's been knocking shit over recently. It is not a very well-behaved cat depending on who is in the room. It also has a loud meow when it wants something.
Noah-cat is still Noah, and still recognizes you. He's just... a cat. He has no way to say "hey, I'm actually Noah", and so he tries to hint at it in the ways he knows how, such as leading you to the art room to pilfer supplies or to where his locker is to bat against it. Or maybe he's taking you to Clamor's classroom, or to the actual sickle itself since Noah can't exactly wield it right now.
That being said, he's still... a cat. With cat tendencies. Which means, sometimes, he's at the dorms tearing the fuck out of the couch. Sometimes he's asleep on your pillow. Sometimes he gets zoomies and runs laps around the common room before settling into a corner and passing out for sixteen hours. Sometimes, your lap is a warm bed and he's purring.
And sometimes your water bottle belongs on the floor again.
It seems that you have a new pet to take care of. Congratulations.]
β½ Wildcard, meow
[This log is unhinged and I'm sorry, I hope it brings you joy anyway. I hope this is the serotonin log. Feel free to tag into multiple prompts if you want! If you want to do other things with your new pet cat, feel free to wildcard too.]
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[The tail slips from his grasp. Noah makes to grab it again before he remembers that he is not supposed to cat right now, and then he stands stone still and at attention. If his pupils are dilated as hell because he wants to play, that's not his fault!]
It's just a dumb rumour started by dumb teenagers. [Noah, you are a dumb teenager.] I'm sure it'll go away soon.
[Spoilers: It will not.]
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( nene is trying to be serious she swears. but when she sees him trying to resist Silly Mode, she's gotta give him a kiss, that's all there is to it!!! )
You're cute.
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I'm not cute. I'm just... I... am just a cat. [His argument falls flat on its ass because cats are, in fact, the cutest.] It's fine, right? You'll still like me if I start to... I don't know, get the impulse to knock stuff over? Right?
[Because there is a water bottle on the table and he's been side-eyeing it for the last fifteen seconds or so.]