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 Morning Muffins, Tib // Stephalump
joy annette puca
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 02:57 PM
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It was shaping up to be a lovely day. The sun was out, not a rain cloud in sight, and the forecast said it would get warm but not get too hot. Puca had woken up early to pick up her only client for the day, a shih tzu named Dolly. The sweet girl was beginning to get old, but still needed to get out and stretch her legs, and Puca was more than happy to take a slow, leisurely walk. Dolly’s owner only required the canine to go on a walk around the block and then go home and given fresh water. She was one of Puca’s favorite clients and Dolly seemed to like her just as much, never pulling on the leash or dragging behind.

After delivering Dolly back to the apartment, Puca began to wonder what she should do for the rest of the day. Remembering a small café near Dolly’s apartment, Puca decided to stop by and see what kind of goodies that had available.

The smell of fresh baked goods flooded Puca’s nose as she entered the café, and it only took a moment before her eyes landed on a chocolate chocolate-chip muffin. Yes. That’s what she wanted to munch on. She pulled out her phone while she waited in the line and looked through some of her old texts. Her head tilted slightly as she landed on the name of one of her newer friends. He lived nearby, didn’t he? If Puca’s memory of the brief visits to his apartment served her well, then yes, yes he did. She needed to order another muffin.

Stepping down the sidewalk a white paper bag in hand, Puca’s eyes surveyed the surrounding buildings, trying to find her friend’s apartment. Pausing for a moment, Puca considered the idea of munching on her muffin while she looked around. Would it be rude to show up with a half-eaten muffin in hand?...Puca’s brows furrowed at the question. Was that something they had gone over in her human-behavior classes?...No, she didn’t think so. She decided she would ask the next time she checked in with Haven.

A few minutes later, Puca was ascending the staircase to one Tib Bartholomew’s apartment. She liked him. He was a nice guy underneath the rough exterior that everyone else seemed turned off by. She was curious about him. He wasn’t quite like anyone else she’d ever met.

Puca wrapped her free hand into a fist and knocked on the door to Tib’s apartment. “Tib! It's Puca! Time to wake up!” She called out. She paused for a moment before knocking again. “I brought you a muffin!”

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 Posted: Jul 11 2018, 01:53 PM
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A loud groan escaped his lips as he rolled over clumsily on his bed, the disgruntled sound a displaced cat shrill as it cut through the air and making its sudden discomfort known. His pale face nuzzled closer to the warm, black material of his pillow, as if somehow it would protect him from whatever it was that was trying to rouse him from a sleep that had come too late and apparently not lasting near long enough. For a moment it seemed like a fluke, that the cursed pounding that disturbed the quiet serenity of his home was a mistake likely from some unimportant neighbor looking for their dealer to score another hit and he could fall back in to the peaceful slumber he had otherwise been in… But boy was he wrong.

A voice, not too familiar but somehow enough to know his name, rang through the air… this time leaving little room for misunderstanding. Why they were there, Tib had no idea, and somehow he didn’t care to find out. Anyone who knew anything about him knew he wasn’t a morning person… or even a before noon person, more often than not crawling out of bed around 1:30 pm for breakfast and even still finding time for a cat nap 45 minutes later as if he hadn’t had enough. Anyone who knew him knew he was also cranky even on his best days, and interrupting what sleep he got was a surefire way to ensure such a thing. So who in their right mind that he knew was dumb enough to come frolicking to his door before… he could not say. Though whether that was because the catalog of friends he had was so slim that one immediately came to mind, or that his brain was still foggy with sleep he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was agitated… the sound of another grumble the indication of his frustration.

There was nothing he could do though, the sound unrelenting as moments later the chipper tone practically sang an incentive of muffins. Now, Tib was not the biggest fan of baked goods… he never had much of a sweet tooth to begin with. In fact he generally stayed away unless it was frozen, creamy ice cream. But free food was always the best food… and at least this person at the good sense to bring food to dampen the fire that was lighting in him. As much as he wasn’t so excited about the muffins, at least it would satiate the hunger that had also been prematurely awakened. Throwing the black sheet off of him, the three cats he had curled around in his sleep at some point all jumping from the bed with their own premature hunger fueling the mewling erupting from their mouths, the lanky man stood, not completely prepared to cross the short distance to the door with the three cats weaving between his legs. They had learned early on to not try and wake him up for food because it just wouldn’t happen… but it was no holds barred now that they were all awake.

“FUCK! Seymour!” he cursed loudly as his foot was unable to clear the barrage of mewling cats and stumbled. A hand slammed on the meager table he had to catch himself, the three animals scattering from the sound and leaving him now, more aggravated, but with a clear path to the door—at least there was that. Blue eyes glared as he found the three sets of eyes staring at him from different points, each one more pathetic than the last as they silently begged for the food they were always promised when he woke up. “How the hell did you three fucking survive out there…” he growled at them, though his tone was less bitter than his words suggested. Shaking his head, messy waves of hair falling in his face, he moved the rest of the way to the door. Removing the chain lock and the two deadbolts he had installed, he rubbed a hand over his face to banish the sleepy look he had and with a grunt forced the door open with a jolt.

A slim black eyebrow raised when he saw the face of the girl who had thought it a good idea to bother him before noon, a face he was still a bit unfamiliar with and didn’t quite understand why she kept coming around—but all the same could find some enjoyment in her company at the very least. Pulling the door open more, he leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his bare, tattooed chest. “Oh… Joy his tone was sarcastic as he made a play on words with her name, shaking his head. Bright blue eyes peered down at her as he huffed a disgruntled sigh. “You’re lucky you brought food.” he grunted, pushing off the door frame and turning, leaving the door open for her as he disappeared back in to the apartment to tend to the other starving beasts who wouldn’t leave them alone unless and until they had full bellies as well. Combing fingers through his messy hair, he grabbed three bowls from the cupboard, withdrawing a tupperware of homemade cat food (he had tried the canned shit and decided it was too disgusting even for strays). “Sit…” he motioned to the table despite his back being turned. It would take a little longer before he had the energy to form more complex sentences.




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 Posted: Jul 12 2018, 08:47 PM
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“FUCK! Seymour! Puca jumped at the sudden eruption of yelling followed by a slam. Seymour? Did Tib have a guest? Puca shuffled her feet a little as she stared down at the bag in her hand. She should have asked to come over first, shouldn’t she? A wave of anxiety took hold of her stomach, twisting it into tight knots. She should have asked. She should of– wait. Did he just say ‘you three’? Puca’s ears wiggled, her eyebrows furrowing together for a moment as she concentrated on the sounds coming from the apartment. Cats. Plural. Was Seymour a cat? Puca listened intently for a second longer before jumping back a half step as the door began to be unlocked.

Now was not the time to be anxious. Now was the time to be happy. It was a beautiful day outside, and the muffins were going to be delicious. And–

And Tib stood in front of her, shirtless. Shirtless and tattooed. Well, of course Puca knew he had tattoos…but there were more. Tib leaned against the doorframe with an arched eyebrow. “Oh…Joy.” He said. Was he referring to her first name or the saying? Maybe a little of both. Puca offered him a smile. “Good morning!” She said while trying to hide the fluster in her voice. The food had been a good idea after all. Tib was definitely not a morning person. She would have to remember that for next time she visited him.

Following behind Tib and closing the door to the apartment, Puca’s eyes landed on the felines who swarmed around the man. Could they tell that she was exactly all human? Would they be able to tell that she was a part time canine, their sworn enemy? It wasn’t that long ago that Puca enjoyed chasing cats and bothering them with the promise of friendship. But it had also been long enough that she no longer wanted to bother them or upset them. They were just small, fluffy creatures, just like she was in the animated realm. A different species, of course, but similar enough to warrant her respect.

She watched as Tib moved to the kitchen area, unsure of what to do with herself. Should she just stand there? Find a seat somewhere? Her unspoken questions were answered as Tib told her to it with a motion toward the table. Taking a seat in one of the chairs surrounding the table, Puca opened up the paper bag. The chocolate aroma rose to her nose and a smile came across the girl’s face once more. “I wasn’t sure what kind of muffin you would want, so I got you the same one I did.” She said, taking the napkins out of the bag and placing them in front of herself, creating two makeshift plates. “Chocolate chocolate-chip.” She announced with a grin. She loved the flavor of chocolate, and the fact that she couldn’t eat it in the animated realm was one of the things she hated about crossing over. It wasn’t fair, really. One of the worst parts beside, well, not being able to talk and dealing with the monsters.

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