Open Riff Raff With My Eyes Closed ♦ Dinnertime

[Latte]

{$title} Latte is playing lunch lady for the riff raff! She likely won't play favorites on what she'll give you but your cats can certainly try! ♡

No Matter What They Tell You

The Future's Up For Grabs

It was her turn amongst the errand runners in Leroy's little gang to divvy up the food they had to the rest of the riff-raff from what Latte supposed would constitute a freshkill pile. 'Ok Latte, the sooner you feed everyone else, the sooner you can eat.' With a stretch she rose, pawing through mice, twoleg scraps, and the occasional bird to sort into a somewhat neater pile to pass around. It was her least favorite chore, but at least it was easy to settle into a rhythm as she decided what was still edible and what wasn't with an ivory claw. She was aware of eyes on her; long standing members that knew this routine with rumbling bellies.

A pair of paws stood at the edge of her vision and the molly frowned without looking up or bothering to see who it even was beside her. "Wait your turn, you'll eat when I get to you. Unless you want to eat last, then by all means hover over me."

How had a... It HAD to have been Minty... With a huff Latte flicked the piece of tin foil out of the pile of food she had been so meticulously trying to sort with a claw before pulling a mouse towards her. The first offering. Now who to give it to...

IS THERE A WORD FOR BAD MIRACLE

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───────heartbreak feels so good──────

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  Latte
  — Errand Runner Of The Riff-Raff
  — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A Large, Green-eyed, Brown And Cream She Cat
  #8ed679

 

[ZII]

ZII OF THE RIFFRAFF

A soft, amused tut escaped Zii's lips as he slinked closer, his gaze fixed on Latte with a grin that was as sharp as his fangs. His steps were calculated, deliberate, each movement an attempt to match the rhythm of the moment.

" Latte, Latte, my dearest, precious, most trusted confidante~~ " His voice was playful, dripping with the kind of theatrical affection that only Zii could pull off without a hint of sincerity, yet it was somehow charming in its own right. As he approached, his eyes flickered toward the pile of food she was overseeing, the way she organized the scraps with an almost obsessive care. He chuckled lightly to himself. The riff-raff way of doing things, sure, but it worked. He wasn't complaining.

" I would never hover over you, now would I? " he drawled, his tail swishing lazily behind him as he positioned himself near her. He lowered himself with an exaggerated stretch, clearly settling in to stay. " I'm merely keeping you company. " His grin never wavered, eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched her look up at him.

His attention was quickly drawn to the first offering, a mouse. Small, nothing particularly special. But then his gaze flickered over to the bird placed nearby, its feathers ruffling in the breeze. Now that was more like it. He hadn't had bird in a while, and the thought of it made his stomach grumble faintly, though his smirk didn't falter. He'd have that bird, sooner or later.

" How's the day been treating you, dollface? " Zii's voice was smooth, as though his very presence demanded her attention.

ARM YOURSELF, A STORM IS COMING ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— Well kid, what you gonna do now?