voidtreckerexpress | Fiddlesticks day 3: Kitty feeding

Madoka was off doing something with one of her dad's and Maru had decided to take a walk around the train on his own. A rare moment of not being lazy. He figured that he should know where the hell he was, and it was all well and good riding along on Madoka's shoulder having her show him around, he needed to see for himself.

After a while he found himself at the dining room, and from here he could smell cooking things, which interested him. So he made his way through to the kitchen. The doors weren't an issue for him, he could just jump and get them open. Sure, he could have changed, but it was more fun this way and people often didn't notice him.

On entering the kitchen he paused. Someone else was there. He almost turned back around, but decided eh, he wouldn't bother anyone.

Off he went, hopping up onto the counter and padded his way toward the cookie jar he remembered vaguely from his first night on the train.

Looking over at the counter, Trowa chuckled to see a cat padding toward the cookie jar. He picked up a piece of bacon and made a soft clicking sound with his tongue as he held the bacon toward the other cat. "Hey there, want some bacon? It's better for you than what's in that jar."

Maru paused when he heard someone making a weird clicking sound and turned his head. The guy he'd noticed was saving a bit of food at him like he was an actual cat, when it appeared his own cat was there watching him wave the food around.

But Maru really wanted a cookie. So he continued on and worked the lid off of the jar with his little paws. "I'm okay with this for now..." He said once the lid was off and he was able to tip the jar and reach his little paw in to snag a cookie.

He sat on his butt and happily munched on it then, his tail waving slowly. Yes, this was what he had wanted. He wanted a snack.

Hearing the cat talk was shocking, but Trowa managed to recover fairly quickly. It wasn't as though a talking cat was the oddest thing he'd seen on the train. "Ah, so you can talk. Well, I also have some sausage over here if you'd like some meat." And speaking of, Amira scurried around the plate to attack the piece of bacon he'd held out to the talking cat, crunching into it with a squeak.

"Cookies are better." Maru replied. He had a very sweet tooth and it needed to be satisfied before he would be allowed to have anything else. It had been hours since his last snack, after all.

So he nibbled at his cookie. And then went for a second and sat to eat that as well.

"Why would you wanna feed strange cats anyway?"

"And here I thought all cats are obligate carnivores." Trowa smiled a little more as he let Amira play with her food. "Why wouldn't I? You don't have thumbs, and you're a bit small to safely use the stove, so how could I expect you to prepare your own food? That would be too cruel, like depriving Conan of coffee, or keeping Persephone from the greenhouse."

"I'm not a cat..." Maru pointed out around a mouthful of cookies.

"... I dunno who those are." He gave a shrug and licked his little paws clean of crumbs.

"Really? Well, you do current look like a cat, so I hope you'll forgive my mistake." Still not the strangest person he'd met on the train. "But even if you are not a cat, eating only biscuits isn't good for your health. You should have protein, too."

Maru already had his paw in the jar for a third cookie when he was informed that they weren't good for him. So he stopped and sat down, with no cookie, to look at the other with his head tilted to one side.

"Technically... I don't have to eat. But snacks are good." Bacon was nice as well. But if he had a plate of bacon in front of him and his favourite potato chips, he knew what he would go for.

"I like cookies."

"I see. And what are you that you don't need to eat, if not a cat?" Trowa knew he was prying, and if this cat opted not to tell him, that would be fine. He looked back down at Amira as she squeaked at him, scratching behind her ears lest she think he'd forgotten her.

"I'm tired..." Maru said and yawned as if to prove that. He eyed the cookie jar. Should he take another? Yes. Yes he should take another. He reached in to fish another out.

"... I'm just me." He said then, knowing his answer probably wasn't answer enough. He knew he could have told the guy what he was. But what if he didn't like vampires? What if he tried to stab him with a wooden stake or something? What of he was sickened and ran away screaming? Maru wasn't sure he wanted everyone to know what he was exactly. Just that he was.

"Well you can come curl up on one of the seats over here if you like. They're fairly comfortable." Trowa smiled warmly, trying not to be obvious in his attempt to lure the talking cat closer. "And I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Trowa, and this little one is Amira."

Maru was eating his third cookie. He had no self control, okay? He'd wanted to take it with him but it was just too tempting.

Just like this guys offer to rest on one of the seats beside him. He supposed he could. If it wasn't for long. He'd need to get back to Madoka. Though he knew she'd find him there eventually. So, when he finished his cookie, he gave a little kitty shrug and trotted his way to the seat. With a yawn he jumped from the counter to the seat... and flopped.

It wasn't as comfortable as Madoka's bed, but it would do for a nap. "Maru." Maru said. "Is my name."

"It's nice to meet you, Maru." Trowa smiled warmly, watching as Amira turned to start eating the sausage. "Have you been handling this train well so far?"

"So far..." He yawned again and dropped his head onto his paws and closed his eyes. "... This train is weird." And this was coming from a vampire kitty.

Trowa laughed softly, his hand going over to pet Maru almost automatically before he stopped himself. This was a cat that could clearly speak to him, it would be rude to just touch without asking. "Would...you mind if I pet you?" It was possibly the most awkward thing he'd ever asked of anyone, but the words were said now. No chance of taking them back.

He thought about that, thought about Shiny Guy and others. Lots of people had wanted to pet him, Madoka liked to pet him. Maru didn't mind it, he supposed...

"... If you wanna." He gave a little kitty shrug. "I don't mind."

Reaching over, Trowa ran his hand down Maru’s side. The cat was just as soft as he looked, and it made the teen smile. He reached up to scratch behind Maru’s ears for good measure, he’d never met a cat of any size who disliked that.

The petting was fine. He honestly didn't mind it. Maru really did feel he was probably more cat than person and would have happily lived his life like that.

Except how did they always find his weak spot??

Maru began to purr and press into the fingers rubbing at his ear. It wasn't fair that they automatically reached for his ears. It was so cruel. But it felt so good.

Trowa couldn't help grinning as Maru began to purr. It seemed cats were cats, no matter the species. He occasionally even scritched the small creature's head between the ears just for some variety.

He really was more cat than anything else, he was sure of it. But could he be blamed? Before coming to the train be had barely had any pets like this, except for maybe the girls at Mahiru's school... And his creator... once upon a time.

So it was nice. And he was enjoying it. All the people who couldn't help just reaching over and petting him should have been so bothersome. But the cat in him was happy to have those gentle fingers rubbing between his ears and scritching behind them.

Trowa was enjoying himself as he scratched Maru's ears. He did so blindly, making sure Amira wasn't feeling left out. She looked down at Maru, though, like she wanted to be on the cushion with him. So Trowa picked her up and set her on the seat as well, scooting his chair out and turning it a little so he could easily reach both cats.

Okay, it was a bit odd when the other cat joined him. Maru cracked an eye open but the cat didn't seem like it would try and bite or scratch him so he settled down some.

"... She's not gonna bite me is she?" he had to ask, just to be on the safe side.

Amira had sniffed at Maru a little before settling down in a classic loaf position. "No, she won't bite you. But this way I can pet both of you easily." Trowa smiled happily and went back petting them each.

"Oh..." Did cats get jealous? He never got jealous. Though that was mainly because jealousy took time and effort to have to deal with and Maru had neither of those things. And he wasn't really a cat... Even if sometimes he wished he was. Because wasn't life easier when you were a cat?

At Maru's side, Amira purred like a motor as her ears were petted as well. Trowa was just happy to have cats around him, it made him miss the circus lions less.

Fiddlesticks day 3: Kitty feeding

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