Patrice tries for a few more moments to coax over the other kitten before giving up, curling his arm to his chest and shifting again to get comfortable. It's nice to talk to Des, but it really was more comfortable when he was a dog.
"Yeah, it's not the same." He won't admit outright to not liking it, simply to be contrary. "You're here, so it'll probably be at least a little bit your problem if it does. Unless you cut out early, I guess."
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Lot of things are better when you're a dog. Never really cold much, for instance. Things smell different. There's yellow and there's blue and there's nobody expecting you to make polite conversation.
Not that Patrice ever really expects polite conversation from him. So that's well and fine.
"I ain't the wizard cop here," he says, and the puppy burrowed under his chin yawns. "That's fashionable, right? CUttin' out early."
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
It's true - Patrice has never really expected polite conversation from Des, and he's not about to start now. He will continue complaining about half the things the other boy says, though. He groans.
"Ugh, I know, I should be looking out for people and watching for vines or whatever but this party is weird and no one listens to me so there's only so much I can do." A tragedy. His method of asking people to do things surely doesn't factor into that at all. "It is. Are you suddenly fashionable?"
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
“Stand down, wizard cop. Y’ain’t responsible for nobody but yourself.” Nobody is. Lot of the reason why there’s no sense in arguing when people want to make themselves bad decisions. They’re going to make them anyway. People do what they want.
He huffs out another short breath through his nose, skeptic. “Could be.”
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Patrice whines, loud and petulant, as he turns to bury his face in Desmond's back for a moment. He often fluctuates between feeling like he should feel responsible for other people and not wanting to waste his energy, so it's nice to have (unnecessary) permission to, at least temporarily, disregard the more difficult impulse.
"Nah, I don't think you are. You can still leave early, though. I'll allow it."
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Look, thing is? When it comes down to it, nobody's worrying about you more than they're worrying about themselves. It ain't mean. It's just people. So sometimes you've got to worry about just you.
He shrugs, flattens his palm over the warm expanse of the kitten's belly. "Didn't think so neither, but didn't hurt to try it."
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Patrice thrashes (gently) around a few more times on Des's back in frustration before he finally fully settles on his side. He reaches a long arm out to hopefully at least graze a finger along the kitten's soft fur.
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
"Yeah, it's not the same." He won't admit outright to not liking it, simply to be contrary. "You're here, so it'll probably be at least a little bit your problem if it does. Unless you cut out early, I guess."
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Not that Patrice ever really expects polite conversation from him. So that's well and fine.
"I ain't the wizard cop here," he says, and the puppy burrowed under his chin yawns. "That's fashionable, right? CUttin' out early."
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
"Ugh, I know, I should be looking out for people and watching for vines or whatever but this party is weird and no one listens to me so there's only so much I can do." A tragedy. His method of asking people to do things surely doesn't factor into that at all. "It is. Are you suddenly fashionable?"
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
He huffs out another short breath through his nose, skeptic. “Could be.”
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
"Nah, I don't think you are. You can still leave early, though. I'll allow it."
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
He shrugs, flattens his palm over the warm expanse of the kitten's belly. "Didn't think so neither, but didn't hurt to try it."
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
"You're doing alright, in any case."