Dumber than the Dumbbells (Social/Kaylin/Terith/Sorano)

TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME

To say the least, the early morning wouldn't have been unpleasant. The sun could have settled nicely on the corners of the neighborhood houses and the clouds drifted across the blue yonder in lazy puffs, endearing his enthusiasm to continue his lovely early walk. His yokai familiar would be snuggled on his head, tipping its rabbit tail to and fro to the beat of Terith's steps. Birds would be glorified shadows amongst the sunrise as they flew overhead and the songs of the new day would be the comforting silence of a still sleeping city.

But then it wasn't, dawn had long since passed and it didn't go as pleasantly as he originally thought. The man woke up with half a migraine to spare, his bakaneko missing from his napping space in his duffel bag, and an ungodly urge to find himself some potatoes for dinner later that evening. He'd stare at the mirror and brush the tangles out of the black silks on his head, gradually learning how to braid it for who knows why. He'd dress, feeling empty without his cloak, and then he'd leave the small, rickety inn without so much as a word apart from paying the old woman who worked at the register, her wrinkles holding untold stories.

The streets were busy with a lively tempo as people flocked to places they were supposed to be, finding things they were supposed to do, and one man would be there, muddled through the crowd, unknowing of what to pursue first, and how to deal with the day when he was still so hung up with how far he's been thrown off his primary objective.

Hours of waning through unfamiliar streets and eating meals at cheap diners had finally led him to the end of an empty street, a large establishment gleaming from afar. Naturally, he'd feign interest and follow his eyes with his feet, only to spot a familiar puff of white and grey and orange casting a shadow, and it wasn't normal.

Terith blinked once, twice, before his eyes went comically wide with a gaping mouth to match as he watched his bakaneko soar through the skies like an over-sized balloon, its smile so wide that its eyes shrunk to accommodate the stretch. He quickly ran into the establishment, from which he learned later on that it was a gym, and immediately sought to find assistance to get to the roof, thinking that it'd be wise to catch his familiar's attention before anyone saw the confusing round thing floating in the skies.

When the janitor asked him questions, all he could give him was a desperate tone and a face that implied the end of the world. "You don't understand." Terith began, "My meat bun cat is up there and I need to get it down before it makes a scene!"

Perhaps it was him who was making a scene, the sound of muscles stopping as weights dropped, eyes eagerly seeking his figure.

"Uh...carry on, folks, nothing to see here!" he'd urge. Though little did he know that his plans would have a tendency to crumble, almost like how a six meter animal popped a hole in the roof of the local gym, blocks of rubble falling off the sides as the cat scratched a paw across its large belly, lying listlessly at the middle of everyone's attention.

Well shit.

"Nya~" it would coo, somehow summoning all the anger and humiliation in all the world on its head that day.

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