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2:44 PM
[ in the middle of the street, there stands a man. he's not too tall but not too short, not that fat but really not that thin either, and his brown hair is slowly graying. there's really nothing all that unique about him except for one thing:
there are cats hanging all over him, on his head and shoulders and wrapped around his legs. actually, there are cats everywhere, roaming the streets and leaping off rooptops. every step he takes sends cats scattering, and finally, he gives up altogether, choosing instead to stop, sigh, and rub at the bridge of his nose. ]
( ooc: :| :| :| i am sorry. )
there are cats hanging all over him, on his head and shoulders and wrapped around his legs. actually, there are cats everywhere, roaming the streets and leaping off rooptops. every step he takes sends cats scattering, and finally, he gives up altogether, choosing instead to stop, sigh, and rub at the bridge of his nose. ]
( ooc: :| :| :| i am sorry. )