kingdomdressing | And I'd rather play here with all the madmen. For I'm quite content they're all as sane as me

[[Through this partially(read as: mostly) open door there's just a touch of blood and gore.

In a surgery looking to have been fairly disused before now, having been put to use vivisecting a R.O.U.S. (Rodent of unusual size)
While all reasonably 'professional' looking, the tail hanging off the end of the operating table has attracted the interest of a small cat which seems to be getting ignored by the man investigating the beast's insides.

Which are probably holding his attention a little more than is healthy or normal.

...Even with the cat being a noisy little bugger.

Rather than hiding his most identifiable features, this time he's giving the stumpy remainder of his tail a chance to stretch while he works. While his ears do twitch toward sound, it's pretty much just reflex rather than any actual alertness. Which would have been fine if the door was closed like he intended, but that cat hardly just phased in through a wall, at least if those scratches on the door are anything to go by.]]

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Uh-hah. [He doesn't sound convinced.] 'f course it was.

[Axel's natural ability to annoy the living daylights out of almost everything that moves kicks in. Still disgusted and decidedly avoiding looking at the rodent, with some self-preservation probably in mind - though he's decided he's relatively safe - he approaches the Vexen-thing and reaches for one of his ears. Gotta pull on it to be sure they're real, after all, and not some sort of joke.]

[Fifteen years spent mostly in the... company of a female Xigbar ~~among other reasons~~ causes Even have a higher threshold for actual annoyance... that and it seems everyone wants to touch the ears at one point or another.]

Those are definitely attached.

[That's really probably good for Axel, innit?

Just for the sake of it, though, he inspects the ears, then tugs on the other one as well. Yep, definitely attached.

After a moment of just hovering over Even's shoulder, Axel does look down at the rodent. And, hey, he's probably seen worse in his time... It's not so bad if he doesn't really think too hard about it.]

So what are you doing to that rat, cat-boy?

[He'll tilt his head a little with the tugs since those are rather delicate in comparison to the rest of him.]

Keeping my hands occupied and out of things people might actually miss.

[~~Read 'things' as: people and pets.~~ It's only really horrible when the intent behind all of it is considered, but given his appearance he can probably pass it off as a slightly more reasonable causes.]

Also, not a cat.

Really now? Odd hobbies you've got there.

[He considers the difference between Even and the cat in the room, glancing between them once or twice.]

Close enough.

I can think of far worse to have.

[And he'll let the cat thing slide either because of it being a long term nickname or because the whole horribly mutilating an animal has him in a relative 'zen space.']

I s'pose.

[Looking at the rodent is a lot like watching a train collision occur: fascinating, yet utterly revolting.]

I used to know an alternate with a penchant for borderline cannibalism and children's cartoons.

[Going to cover the rat up for now so it doesn't dry out too much or, y'know, die while he's not actively harming it.]

[Oh. He was just starting to warm up to the idea of living rat guts. Pity.]

And I've seen some pretty screwed up stuff with the Organization too. Doesn't change the fact that they're odd hobbies.

[He'd generally prefer to get the most out of its death.]

It generally helps if I try not to make claims to being normal.

Even if you tried, think it's pretty clear you're not.

[He hops up to sit on the table, then glances down at the cat.]

So, your kitty?

No, it's just hoping for a free meal.

It's surprising what people will believe when I'm not in the middle of taking apart furry things.

[Axel scoops up the kitty, placing it in his lap and petting it idly.]

Surprise me. I can't imagine it's anything too normal. What have they believed?

[Kitty, which was rather happily licking it's chops, has a brief moment of 'oh god, wtf are you doing to me?' but then settles fairly quickly into occasional purrs.]

That I'm human, that I'm 'normal,' that I'm a 'good father,' that I'm not completely drugged to the gills in order to maintain 'good behaviour.'

[Yes, he mimed all the inverted commas.]

And I'd rather play here with all the madmen. For I'm quite content they're all as sane as me

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ffff, was drawing a blaaaaank

's okay. It happens.

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