OPEN [✧] CIGARETTES AND TINY LIQUOR BOTTLES

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]GASP SOMEBODY GRAB A MARKER.

Actually, now would be the prime time to see another aspect of Miyu. After all, it was a very big part of someone's personality to see what they did to someone while that someone was sleeping; for instance, some would have merely left them alone to sleep while others brought a blanket to cover them or something (though there's not really much you could venture into that front with because of their current lack of anything - materialistic, being technically homeless) - some would make themselves at home beside the sleeping person and distract themselves with something like reading a book, or maybe they'd shake the person awake or maybe they'd blare loud music right in their ears and laugh at it like cruel, cruel fiends.

Or they could be the very first mentioned type and grab a Sharpie or something and go wild.

For the record, Miyu was very disappointed there was no such article of stationery around - otherwise he would've drawn a small smiley face on each digital paw, because it was a little useless trying to draw on fur.

In any case, when the brown tabby comes across the generally reserved wolfdog in such a state, he has to almost swallow his tongue to restrain from gasping extremely loudly; instead, he glances around with a huge excited grin like are you seeing this? before silently padding up to the wolfdog and settling himself comfortably beside him. They didn't seem to have any of those hilarious (sometimes horrific) quirks like their eyes being half-open or sleeptalking and walking or anything. Actually, sleeping, he just seemed quite serene.

MIYU ABRUPTLY BOLTS UPRIGHT WITH THE DAWNING OF AN ABSOLUTELY AMAZING PLAN.

Mind trailing to the thing he had been told once by someone miscellaneous about how, if you said things to a person while they were sleeping, their subconscious would process it and make them begin to dream about it, Miyu stills.

Yellow eyes absolutely lit up with excitement, the tomcat shuffles toward Romanpaw - not close enough to quite break their personal bubble but just in hearing proximity, almost vibrating with excitement.

Then Miyu whispers, 'Cucumbers.'
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Though Miyu has veritably no idea of what exactly could be going through Romanpaw's subconscious, let alone what is currently permeating their la la land or even if Romanpaw is the type to dream in the first place, he visibly brightens at the reactions and cackles quietly to himself, muffled though covering his muzzle resting on the ground with his paws - almost an unintentional reflection of what Rome's doing.

Maybe he'd just reacted in that way because of Miyu's voice idly disrupting his sleep, even if just momentarily.

But maybe ... maybe he really had begun to dream about cucumbers.

Wholly determined and already in too deep to back out now, the tabby braces himself, removing his paws to again be able to vocalise things more clearly, and gives a little preparatory ear flicker. Again he glances around to see if anyone is nearby to witness this, grin breaching its maximum limit, before he turns back to the wolfdog and clears his throat very importantly (quietly).

'Dolphins,' he hisses next, smiling like the Cheshire cat, 'on roller blades.'
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[justify][size=7pt]Nico looked at Romanpaw, startled. He had just meant to pass Miyu by, one of those don't ask-don't tell kinda deals.

That would never be able to happen, not with Miyu around, and definitely not with Nicostrata's rotten luck. So, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, Nico tentatively approached Romanpaw. "Are you ok?"

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#57adb7; border: 2px solid white; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; width: 425px][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 2px solid white; padding-bottom: 12px; width: 390px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px black; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana; color: black]This truly was a strange place. If Lightningrider had been out in time to see what Miyu was originally doing to his unwitting victim, he probably would have just stared, a faint smile curving his maw. It was the kind of thing one of his two younger sisters might have done to wake him up in the morning, whispering strange nothings into his ear until he woke up, surprised and totally caught off guard.

But he hadn't been out in time, and both of his sisters were dead. The present was much different than the past, something he held bitter opinions about. But, for the time being, the time that the solid black feline exited the camp-building was right when Romanpaw was woken up with a rather abrupt start and a pinch of cussing.

Pausing right where he was, Lightningrider watched Miyu and the wolfdog, unsure if an intervention was needed. He was unsure of many things these days, it seemed. He was, however, able to easily discern one thing: if Miyu looked to be in a lot of trouble — or at least, more than he already looked to be in — he would stage an intervention. For now, it seemed that Nicostrata had it covered.
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Miyu himself can only imagine what a dolphin looks like himself - after all, being a domestic feline (though very much not domestic in the sense that he'd be perfectly happy curling up his legs and purring compliantly to a icky twolegs's whims, alright?) especially one that lived around other strays, it wasn't as if he made it a habit in his life before the hospit... before the Enterprise to go, like, snorkeling or anything.

But, you know, he figured, why not.

Like Leo making that robot penguin for him - Leo told him that it made a penguin sound so clearly it did, right?

He hasn't met any cows, either. So of course Miyu has no idea what, exactly, the fact that it goes 'moo' connotates.

In other news, when Romanpaw abruptly lurches upright with a wild shout the brown tabby yowls as well with wild surprise, scrambling back but a little suspiciously too close to the previously sleeping Roman - frantically the tomcat attempts a chipper regular smile on his maw that only comes out a bit hastily panicky, licking down his chest a few times. 'Aha! Ahaha! Aha!' he tries, with no clear goal other than to laugh nervously; this is around the time that Nicostrata cautiously comes up, to which Miyu nods fervently. 'Right, what he said! Ahem, geez, what happened?'

Miyu, with a cough, settles himself back onto his rump to sit a little more casually, hiding a grin unsuccessfully behind a lifted paw he begins to lick. Despite this, though, he doesn't forget to add, 'Oh yeah, swear jar!'
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[justify][size=7pt] Nico slowly grinned, finally understanding what the CEO was playing at. He stared on as Miyu tried to save his own tail, until he mentioned a swear jar. "You have a swear jar?" He questioned, a little more than a bit sarcastic. It sounded off coming from him, but when inner monologue needs to become outer monologue, it just happens. [/size][/justify]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Miyu's eyes dart to Nicostratus by proxy - after all, he has to defend the honour of his swear jar, though his smile when the male fox brings it up a little sardonically is rather sheepish; if the tomcat had the ability to, he would've rubbed his paw against the back of his neck in some semblance of embarrassment but, one, that was something only twolegs tended to do, and two, he wasn't embarrassed about his swear jar at all.

No. It was more like ... an extremely elaborate system in which should forever be adhered to.

On threat of massive doooom.

In any case, the sheepish look is merely due to the inappropriate timing of the question, Miyu nodding swiftly (and maybe a little unnecessarily; a rhetorical question, had it been?) and answering good-humoredly, 'What, you didn't know?'

Unfortunately, Romanpaw does not currently possess such good-humor. That's not even ... oh well. It's a word now. Miyu tilts his head to the wolfdog and his grin remains exactly the same, if widening a little playfully. 'Hey, how could I have done anything?' he protests, tail flitting behind himself like a spirited metronome - or an upside-down pendulum. 'I was being really quiet here the entire time!'

Then, unable to bite back his widening happy grin, the tabby points a paw at Lightningrider. 'Ask Lightning!'
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[justify][size=7pt] Nicostrata cast a sidelong look at Miyu. He wiped the grin from his face, and twitched his tail nervously. "Y-yeah! He was quiet the whole time!" He defended, struggling to not smile. [/size][/justify]