[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The next morning gave Barracuda a surprise when he woke up. He had nearly forgotten last night's adventure - and when he did awake, it was in a room that he, at first, didn't remember. When the tom did remember, everything else fell into place and he made his way out of the room and down the halls until he could find where Bubbles might be. "Bubbles? Love, are you here?" Love, ha! Every time he used that nickname the tom could feel himself killing off more and more of his own emotions. He didn't mean it. She wasn't his love - his love didn't exist. Not his true love, anyways. Barracuda would never be able to be satisfied, which meant that no one else would be either. He was going to continue this charade until he could fill all the holes he felt with material things. Such as Bubbles' collar. And right now, that was exactly what he was after. Her collar was beautiful, of course, and Barracuda thought it would look good on him. As did Iris's. Her collar was lovely on him, and Barracuda was looking fowards to being right once again. "Bubbles?" As he continued onwards, he came across a room that was filled with things. Beautiful things, things that Barracuda definitely couldn't ignore. The grey and black tom had to stop and stare, and his eyes grew wider as he took everything in. This room was the room that he wanted to stay in for the rest of his life. If he was lucky, perhaps Bubbles would give him a tour later. He could take some things that he fancied, leave the rest, and leave her behind. Move on to the next she cat. That had become almost the life routine of Barracuda... find somewhere with a pretty she cat, manipulate them, steal something, and move on. And it wasn't a good routine either. One day, things were going to go downhill for Barracuda - he knew this, of course, but for now? Living without consequences was too much fun to go and give it up just yet.

(sorry, I'm super busy so my answers might be short)


Bubbles blinked and inhaled deeply as she awoke, flicking her ears in confusion. Something had awoken the feline and she at first couldn't think of what it was. The recollection of Barracuda washed over her and Bubbles nodded to herself. Sighing as she was forced to get up much earlier than usual, Bubbles rose to her paws and stretched with a yawn. Barracuda's voice sounded again and Bubbles sat down, letting the tom come to her instead of answering him. "Good morning." Bubbles greeted him cordially as he entered her room, though he seemed rather preoccupied admiring her things. Normally, Bubbles would be proud of that, but she was starting to get sick of her company. The molly had a short attention span and got bored easily, a vice that carried over into her interactions with others.