01-16-2015, 08:31 AM
Pistachio, the gray tom, sat on one of the chairs, swishing his long, furry tail back and forth and watching Edgar intently. Bacon, Spaghetti, and Bran's Green Tree Python (named Kiwi) were the only animals in the house that were on strict diets, and sometimes Edgar would slip the other animals, especially the cats, some table scraps. There was a particularly tempting bag of spicy beef jerky nearby that Edgar planned on snacking on, and that beef jerky was the only reason Pistachio was still hanging around. He wanted handouts.
The flighty cat grumbled slightly when Yuuichi unexpectedly approached, hunkering down against the chair. He alerted Edgar to the younger male's behavior--the blonde turned and then immediately stiffened when he realized just how close the other was. When Yuuichi reached out and touched his shoulder, both of his shoulders rose up to his chin and he took an uneasy step backwards.
Bran had already warned Matthew about Edgar's mental problems, how he was born with a mild case of Asperger's Syndrome and didn't like to be touched (especially by people he didn't know), but he had yet to pass on that warning to Yuuichi. It certainly would have been helpful right now. Edgar looked very much like a frightened stray dog, and that wide-eyed look only intensified when Yuuichi slid his glasses up to examine him more closely.
And then...right there, right then, those eyes changed. They darkened. The bags underneath his eyes vanished into thin air. Suddenly, the frightened aura surrounding Edgar dissipated. Anger filled the void instead, and Edgar was looking more hostile now than anything else. But before he could raise his voice...Yuuichi backed off, stumbling as he did so. Edgar stood rigid, eyes darker than usual--was that a flash of red?--and watched in silence as the other man disappeared into the bathroom.
The transformation happened right there! Something...wasn't right. No, something was horribly wrong.
The waitress from before returned just as Matthew sat down, offering Bran a fancy mixed drink...which he hadn't ordered. "Ah...thanks, Lace." He took it with a smile on his face. "It's the regular," she chirped in response, watching carefully as the handsome man sipped it. "I hope that's okay." "It's fine, it's fine." Oh, wow...she stared at him as if she was a lovestruck teenager.
Bran smiled sheepishly at Matthew, knowing the interaction between himself and the elaborately-dressed waitress said more than enough about his popularity here. "I come here a lot when it's late. They've got great food. Which reminds me..." He glanced at the waitress, who immediately stood at attention. "Wanna fetch us some menus? Oh, and, uh..." He turned those striking blue eyes back on Matthew. "You want anything to drink, while she's at it?"
Beside him, Chaos was settling down, nestling his head against his master's leg and yawning widely. Until Bran ordered some food for him, this was likely where he would stay.
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