Casual acquaintance (open)

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Zwitter shuffled into the warehouse with disconcerting carelessness. Her paces were slow, but her hands stayed locked to her hips, making no attempt to reach out and identify her surroundings lest she should fall of knock into something.....or someone. The lofty queen could feel the dull sting as her meager movements tugged slightly on her tacky fur. The blood of a young jellicle had dried and matted in the fur of her paws and around her mouth, dribbled onto her chest and stomach. She licked her teeth absently, tasting the coppery substance, and realizing she smelled much the same.

Suddenly, at the very center of the lobby, she was greeted by the hot solidity of another. As her body bumped the other gently, she paused against it, absorbing the heat and waiting tiredly for the voice of protest.......

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Slinking into the lobby Harley glanced around, her vaguely unfocused eyes scanning over the few cats littering the space. None of them immediately piqued her interest and the queen let out a small sigh. Quite suddenly in the middle of the space Harley stopped walking, her frame freezing essentially mid stride, being held at an odd position as the hench silently debated with herself, she could either go out into the city and maybe find some poor unsuspecting cat to have a little fun with or check in with one that she'd brought down into a similar dark pit of indulgences that she lived in. After all no cat had requested any substances from her lately.

Or she could stay in the warehouse longer, some commotion or chaos was usually happening and generally brought Harley's crooked smile to her face. Oh some of the cats here were as twisted and odd as she, and the very thought made Harley giddy. So lost in her thoughts as per usual Harley had ignored the going ons around her when she felt another body against hers. Turning to see the other queen her eyes were immediately drawn to the colour of blood and a small giggle bubbled up her throat, "Bloody Mary, bloody Mary quite contrary what have you done?" She asked in a singsong voice, ignoring the closeness of the two.

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Zwitter's ears twitched at the soft giggle. Silently, she confessed herself bemused at this novel response, having expected sharp, aggressive words, even a nip at her hide for her deliberate closeness. The reasons they gave had all escaped her now, but that was the response she recalled of most henches. Hearing none of the usual stiffness in the queen's tone, she leaned towards her voice a little, into the heat. "Mädchen" She murmured, almost to herself.

It felt like a tom, Mädchen...," The speech came out slurred, cracking from disuse. Zwitter lifted her thick forearms on either side of the giggling queen, blood crusted palms upwards as if she were carrying some unseen figure bridal fashion. Her lips quivered as if she were about to show a smile, but it never came. "but his paws smelled like queen,...like me and you." Her misted eyes moved from the darkness of the corridor to, unbeknownst to her, the center of the queen's forehead. Her arms remained, like granite in that holding position, the queen's warm body between them. "What was he doing, Mädchen, before I got him...?" Her lips stirred again, almost cheekily, as she awaited an answer.

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It barely registered to Harley that her response to the lack of space between the two was not common place in the warehouse, simply because for her it wasn't. It wasn't exactly a secret that she disregarded all notions of personal space with the exception of maybe Macavity. The queen paused for a moment, letting Mädchen roll around her mind for a minute. Quite honestly she had no idea as to what the word was, a name maybe? It mattered little to Harley, who simply elected to ignore it.

Ooooooh a tom? Oh toms could be quite fun things to play with! So often easily persuaded into doing what a queen asked with just the right movement of hips, such silly little toys they could be. Her eye lit with mischief as she lightly traced the other queen's paw, drawing nonsense over the blood. Another giggle bubbled up her throat, although it wasn't all friendly, "Oh he was a naughty little tom! If only his paws smelt like us, well then he must not have been very...enjoyable." Harley let the last word roll off her tongue as she stepped closer to the queen her finger trailing up along the taller queen's arm for a moment before suddenly disappearing and then softly bopping her nose. This time her laugh was more breathy and less like a giggle.

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Zwitter could not help but shudder slightly at the foreign sensation of the queen's finger tip, dragging lightly over her skin. Her attention on her words was disturbed for a moment, at the soft tap upon her nose. She sniffed, smelling only the dried blood that encrusted her nostrils, with an underlying trace of the other's scent. She found it pleasant in the same way that catnip was to her, the little she could identify beneath the metallic smelling substance.

Silently, she meditated on the term 'enjoyable'. It took a moment for her to recall the act which most henches had described as being 'enjoyable', and realized to what her companion was referring. "I can't say I know, I didn't mate with him." Her tone hardened a little, not out of disgust, but uncertainty. This sort of conversation was a little out of her line of concern. She had a feeling this probably showed vulnerability to the queen, but what was a superior nip on the neck to her. "I don't think I would have done, even if he hadn't died so quickly,....nothing ever happens. Besides, Mädchen, he was small." Her paws shifted into fists, side by side before the other queen's face, before making a swift move, as if she were snapping a twig. This action was accompanied by a sharp click of her tongue, a poor imitation of cracking spinal cord. She chuckled softly without smiling, reaching forward slowly, hoping to lightly bop the queen's nose in imitation, only to brush her cheekbone.

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((I'm so so so sorry, I can't' begin to apologize for this taking so long to reply to!))

Silently she cataloged the queen's reaction, pushing it to the back of her mind to possibly be used later if the opportunity ever came up. And if she could actually recall it. That would be the important part, otherwise the tidbit of information would simply fade into the fog that usually took up residence in her mind.

Talk of mating definitely was not out of the ordinary to Harley, and such talk didn't make her uncomfortable. In fact few topics of conversation bothered the queen, and she definitely wasn't known for being choosy with bed partners. Though not everyone was and truthfully it mattered little to her. "Nothing?" Surprise filtered into her voice just before she snorted slightly, "so many of them are small." It hadn't crossed Harley's mind whether or not they were using the same definition of small.

"Close." She commented absently grabbing the queen's paw and directing it to her nose.

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((I'm very sorry for taking so long.))

Zwitter blinked at the sudden, warm grip on her wrist. She casually sucked on her teeth as she lightly skimmed over the bridge of the queen's nose and just beneath her eyes, at the rim of the socket. She tried to form a kind of image beneath her fingertips. Her actions were swift, she quickly folded her fingers in again leaving the single index on the tip of her nose. A snap at her finger or a claw sunk into her vein would not be unexpected at this point.

In the seconds awaiting some kind of retaliation, she breathed through her nostrils again, the smell of blood having faded slightly. Her stomach pulsed, still a childish belly breather. The queen smelled familiar to her, she could place it.

"You're like catnip." She muttered in barely more than a whisper.

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The queen actually had to make an effort not to tilt her head to the side in confusion and contemplation as to the other queen's actions. She had no idea how much information could possibly be taken from the bridge of her nose and around her eyes, surely the discolouration due to her odd and often lacking sleeping patterns wouldn't be felt and nor could her normally hazy looking gaze either. Very odd. Not many were too odd in her encounters, so the queen was piquing her interest greatly.

A breathy laugh made its way up Harley's throat, oh how she was most definitely like catnip. By now her scent was so saturated with the substance that Harley believed it was all but a permanent part of her scent. That without the scent of it other wouldn't fully believe it was her. "Catnip, oh my dear catnip. Such a wonderful thing. Most find it through me anyways. But what are you like?" She asked, with another laugh and bop to Zwitter's nose.

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Zwitter's attention was not immediately caught by the queen's inquiry, though she had heard it perfectly. For a moment her mind buzzed with the mentioned drug, and she could feel herself salivate at the voicing of it's name. She stood with her finger inert on the tip of the queens nose, aware only of the hot pool in her tongue and the vague tickle of her oddly playful companion's teasing tap on the tip of her own nose. Seemingly, she had forgotten the catnip, and now merely basked in the effect of the notion.

In a rare moment of observation and consideration, she realised that she had kept the queen awaiting an answer for longer than a minute. There was a slick sound as she swallowed the bland fluid, her previously immobile face twitched with thought as she regarded the question.

"What are you like?"

Zwitter almost shuddered at a the foreign experience of regarding herself. Not disturbed by what she may, or indeed may not find, but the very experience of running the innumerable, dim paths of her memory, in search of a line of unfiltered thought, a repetitive action, a lonesome past decision that could be brought forward as a representation. A definition of what the psyche of this 'Zwitter' was built upon. For a long moment she paced the darkness of her personal room, and found that she may not be able to define her psyche, but her room. She supposed, her literal and metaphorical blindness.

"An unborn kitten." She answered at last, in a voice barely above a whisper, and almost quizzical. Unsmiling, she added; "Frau Catnip."

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((I am very sorry. But if this isn't replied to within a week, I will declare this dead.))

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((I'm so sorry, I can't think of anything for Harley. DEAD))