[Caviar can only nod, he's not really in the mood to get cocky and go on about how he doesn't have to be careful, he's Captain Caviar Cookie after all! ...the look in his eyes may suggest it, though.
But he's in a hurry again. Not only does he have to race against time, but now he has to stop at a store or two while formulating his new plan. Murder may be off the table, but he can at least come up with something memorable...
He'll be gone for some time, but not nearly as long as one might expect from someone heading into a fight. With Sparkling's scent pretty much engraved into his memory by now and the bat's bright, sparkly fur, the captain can't help but wag his tail when he sees that his friend stayed put. The look on his face may be dead serious, but there is no hiding that happy puppy tail.
When he makes it to the tree, he casually tosses an empty jar of peanut butter in the nearest bin. Murderous thoughts are fine when you're angry, but Divines forbid the captain ever litter.]
[If Sparkling wasn't so worried, he might have had half a mind to doze off in that tree. It's at a weird time of day for him, and he's exhausted even if it weren't...so instead of dozing he's sort of just spacing out by the time the Werewolf returns, his ears swiveling in his direction.
He carefully rights himself on the branch before reaching out with his wingtips to pull himself onto Caviar's paw, wiggling into the middle of his palm with a little squeak.]
I covered 'em in peanut butter and stuck him in a tree!
[See, Sparkling? No murder whatsoever! He only had to hit him once, too! Caviar just looks SO proud of his lack of killing a teenager, his smile couldn't get any wider. Sparkling may see it for all of a second or two before he moves his paw over towards the top of his head for the sleepy vampire to rest on.]
[As much as Caviar loves to complain about how weird hair is in general, there is no denying that his is, in fact, very soft.
But enough about what a great bed he makes, he's far too proud of himself to keep quiet on this one.]
It's how ya get the bird seed to stick. [Duh.] Figured if I can't eat him, then he can wake up to a bunch of critters snackin' on him. Just...not in a lethal way, for my mate.
[With Sparkling safely snuggled up, Caviar's going to end this night with a nice stroll back to The Grapevine. He feels like they deserve it.]
[You know, that...is utterly riduculous, and because of that it's something Sparkling has little trouble believing Caviar actually did. More importantly, it's harmless...more of a prank than an actual punishment. Sparkling almost wishes he could see the outcome, but he trusts Caviar when he says that it was worth doing.
He doubts Kaito will appreciate it all that much, but perhaps it has taught him a valuable lesson about what he puts on the internet...]
There's no need to apologize, Caviar. I know you were just looking out for me when I couldn't look out for myself.
[He stretches his wings out a little, laying flat across the top of his hair.]
When we get back to the Grapevine, I'd like to make you a new drink I've been working on. Vodka, with grapefruit and lime juice, and a salted rim. It's called the "Salty Dog".
[With Sparkling taking over the majority of his head now, he might feel the way Caviar's ears perk and twitch at this news. He slows down, even though he's proud of his silly little prank, a part of him still feels as though he doesn't deserve any sort of reward thanks to his earlier behavior.]
That...are ya sure about that? It's an awfully kind gesture for someone who almost...y'know...
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Date: 2022-11-16 05:39 am (UTC)But he's in a hurry again. Not only does he have to race against time, but now he has to stop at a store or two while formulating his new plan. Murder may be off the table, but he can at least come up with something memorable...
He'll be gone for some time, but not nearly as long as one might expect from someone heading into a fight. With Sparkling's scent pretty much engraved into his memory by now and the bat's bright, sparkly fur, the captain can't help but wag his tail when he sees that his friend stayed put. The look on his face may be dead serious, but there is no hiding that happy puppy tail.
When he makes it to the tree, he casually tosses an empty jar of peanut butter in the nearest bin. Murderous thoughts are fine when you're angry, but Divines forbid the captain ever litter.]
Well, I took care of it.
[He holds up a paw for Sparkling to climb onto.]
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Date: 2022-11-16 05:47 am (UTC)He carefully rights himself on the branch before reaching out with his wingtips to pull himself onto Caviar's paw, wiggling into the middle of his palm with a little squeak.]
I see...did it go...alright?
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Date: 2022-11-16 05:51 am (UTC)I covered 'em in peanut butter and stuck him in a tree!
[See, Sparkling? No murder whatsoever! He only had to hit him once, too! Caviar just looks SO proud of his lack of killing a teenager, his smile couldn't get any wider. Sparkling may see it for all of a second or two before he moves his paw over towards the top of his head for the sleepy vampire to rest on.]
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Date: 2022-11-16 05:59 am (UTC)Caviar......]
W....why?
[Why?
Oh, he's on his head now. His hair is so soft...don't mind if he just immediately nests here.]
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Date: 2022-11-16 06:09 am (UTC)But enough about what a great bed he makes, he's far too proud of himself to keep quiet on this one.]
It's how ya get the bird seed to stick. [Duh.] Figured if I can't eat him, then he can wake up to a bunch of critters snackin' on him. Just...not in a lethal way, for my mate.
[With Sparkling safely snuggled up, Caviar's going to end this night with a nice stroll back to The Grapevine. He feels like they deserve it.]
And...I'm sorry if I made you worry...
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Date: 2022-11-16 06:20 am (UTC)He doubts Kaito will appreciate it all that much, but perhaps it has taught him a valuable lesson about what he puts on the internet...]
There's no need to apologize, Caviar. I know you were just looking out for me when I couldn't look out for myself.
[He stretches his wings out a little, laying flat across the top of his hair.]
When we get back to the Grapevine, I'd like to make you a new drink I've been working on. Vodka, with grapefruit and lime juice, and a salted rim. It's called the "Salty Dog".
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Date: 2022-11-16 06:33 am (UTC)That...are ya sure about that? It's an awfully kind gesture for someone who almost...y'know...
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Date: 2022-11-16 06:38 am (UTC)[He explains, his voice quiet as Caviar makes his way.]
Mixing drinks is one of my favorite things to do, while yours is drinking them. Am I wrong?