Third Song ★ Action

[catsong]

[Hello, Paradisa! This evening the Kitchen Theater^TM is showing a live documentary about drug abuse.

It is somewhat occupied by a cat-eared young man, lying on the floor in the most random of positions. He slides around a bit and giggles before rolling over, his cloak getting stuck here and there and even covering his face once. He alternates the giggling with some purring sounds and flexes back his spine to the point where his hands almost meets his feet... and then back again, his crooked tail swishing back and forth.

The reason is obvious, if you notice the empty bucket nearby, and the fact that the floor is covered in dried green plants. Someone (read: Faye) once told the ribika about catnip, and this poor Sanga is now high as a kite.]

Comments

[catsong]

Everything... is just so vivid and fluffy. I'm really, really happy and I just want to lie here and feel how amazing this floor is.

[He purrs, rubbing his head against the floor.]

[punk_cute]

Uh... well! I bet the floor in your room is just as amazing. You should probably go check that one out too.

[Kanji might be slightly worried that someone will come along and do something horrible.]

[catsong]

[He streeeeeetches out again and then blinks up at Kanji.]

Really? Maybe it's even fluffier... but what if it isn't?

[So out of it. Catnip on a more human brain has the weirdest results.]

[punk_cute]

If it isn't you could always come back down here. Probably ain't that far or nothing.

[catsong]

I could run really fast and check?

[He's not sure what's up and what's down any more, but...]

[punk_cute]

Well, maybe runnin' ain't the best idea. Take it slow and feel everything on the way?

[catsong]

Mmm... that's a really good idea. I like you!

[Pardon him, he'll... hug Kanji's feet.]