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  Fane was more bored than usual today which meant trouble. He was seeking something fun to do and he didn’t care what it was. His glamour was up so he was invisible to the mundane world – he was unseen, just how he liked it. Only when he found something to do would he make himself visible. That’s how it always went, how it always would be.

  However, something catches his attention. A small boy who looked as if he had found gold. The hunter steps forward and bends down. “You’re excited over this?” He seemingly appeared out of nowhere - his condescending voice crushing the silence. “Don’t tell me you actually like this stuff?” He reaches forward and snatches one of the marbles.

   “Where did you even find this stuff?” Fane closes one eye and holds the marble up for examination. “It’s just old junk. You’d have better luck in a better neighborhood.”

again, bad luck had found him just when he least expected it. he’d been so preoccupied with his shinies that he didn’t notice the person suddenly near him ; not until it was far too late.

                               with eyes going wide like dinner plates, the                                young boy gave a gasp and yelp of pure dis-                                tress, nearly dropping the other little items                                onto the pavement in his shock. he whipped                                his head around, frantically putting his bag                                and other trinkets down as he scrambles to                                his feet in a flurry, already trying to jump and                                swipe the marble back.

❝ give, give dat back! it’s mine!                     it is importan’ t’me! 

Is Atticus's life span more like that of a human, or a cat?

both, but also neither! in cat terms, atticus is still considered a ‘kitten’, and in human terms, he’s still considered a ‘child’, but thanks to his encounter with the voodoo witch, he’s kind of contracted some of her ‘magic’ of sorts. his life span is a bit longer than both humans and cats, though he is in no way immortal or meant to live for 100s of years.

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he’s so glad that the weather has gotten better as of late. no more cold, no more rain, no more grim overcast skies. just this wonderful, fresh, spring wea- ther ; not to mention the yummy SMELLS that came along with it. it was both a blessing and a curse, bec- ause he couldn’t just eat whatever he wanted, no ma- tter how good the food smelled or how loud his tummy growled. 

                              hoping for the miracle of a chance some food                               might get dropped to the ground, atticus crou-                               ches down low by a bench near one of the many                               park vendors, waiting and ready....but more des-                               perate than anything.

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          {— @ofmiisfortunes ; ; ; accepting|| Remi 

     “ I.. I don’t know what went wrong.. ” She whines, looking down at the misshapen  cupcakes on the table. “ Atti.. would you want to try them? I’m too ashamed to even think of doing that. ”

❝ mn...um ----

atticus stood at the kitchen counter beside her, hands holding onto the side of the marbled island, staring at the worrisome-looking cupcakes.

❝ i’ve...i’ve eaten wors’...bu’ yeah, i’d try it...can i, cher?

well, she did say he could, so....peering at them and leaning forward on his tippy-toes, atticus took one of the cupcakes from the pan, sniffing it once before ta- king a small bite.

❝ .....! it’s good!

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“Oh? Wow! Yer a tiny lil’ thin’!” {/She’s saying this as she’s only one inch taller than him. Either way, an inch was an inch, and she was going to run it a mile.} “–Hey! Hey hey! Are youse jus’ no’ done growin’? ‘Er did youse shrink? Cause like…fer some freakish reason, all tha guys gotta be tall. So why are youse so small?”

there’s no doubt about it that he’s more than a little shocked. the loud voice, the sudden close- ness......those are all triggers which usually cause atticus to panic, but he’s kind of trapped between a rock and a hard place....the ROCK being HER.

❝ wh ----- what??? i, i uh....i guess dis,                          is jus’ how i was made?