5 • Wild Tiger • [Action]

[wildkotetsu]

[He wakes up groggily from the sedatives and decides it's entirely fine to try to walk with what's left of it in his system.

The first thing he doesn't notice is that instead of walking on two feet, he's staggering around on four; the reason being, he's just a silly old tiger, one with poor memory and very poor human skills, possibly because he has none whatsoever; the train of thought a human would have is lost on him—there are trees and he knows they are good for scratching claws on. There's snow on the ground from a night's snow a few days prior, and he's aware it's wet and cold.

He's also aware of something squeezing his wrist uncomfortably. He gnaws the shit out of his watch before he gives up and let's it stay on his kitty wrist, accompanying a extremely-stretched bracelet of beads.

And he's hungry. And still tired. Mmm... Sleep is good.



There might be a tiger finding a place to sleep around you; be it in your room—a window or an opened door, perhaps—in your bed, on your couch. There might be a wild jungle cat just sleeping it up. There might be one out on the path curled up snoozing. Or... for some people, he might recognize your house or apartment and sneak in to sleep in your abode or on your step.

Either way, there's a tiger with green wings hanging around.

Or.



You may wake up to find a strange sound in the morning... The sound of shuffling, of glasses breaking, of cupboards and fridges being broken. That is because this confused tiger, caught between its natural and unnatural side, can't for the life of him figure out how he works this thing or how he recognizes the shapes of certain objects. Like handles. Which he breaks pretty easily. He's a big-ass creature, you know.

Walking in may reveal wraps and plates and misc. things on the floor; he's possibly enjoying a nice uncooked chicken breast or ripping your cereal box to shit. In fact, he might just bust into the restaurant, grocery store, or any other place with food so that he can devour it.

Don't worry, though. He's a pretty friendly tiger, for the most part; as in, he won't try to eat you. Because as animal as he is, he hasn't forgotten what he is: that thing being that he's a dumb but relatively heroic fella. His hazy mind vaguely recalls this strange desire... Can't go beating people up and ripping out their innards, y'know.]


[[ooc: all replies coming from literalwildtiger ]

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[mindgooshed]

[ barnaby doesn't react at first. he's not entirely sure of this, and he doesn't want to just assume that this is kotetsu, it's a stupid idea, he's probably just overthinking things in his desperation

but.. ]

.. Kotetsu?

[literalwildtiger]

[Kotetsu freezes what he's doing and looks up, alerted. It's not entirely clear to anyone beside him if he's aware it's his name—even he can't distinguish what words are and aren't. But it's a tick word, nonetheless. He's compelled to answer it with a stare.

Kotetsu means him... or... at least it means something is being directed at him.

Like a wonderfully complex animal call.]

[mindgooshed]

[ the tiger looks more alert. but barnaby is still skeptical. he doesn't want to believe it, doesn't want to get his hopes up.

and yet he's falling to his knees regardless, and staring into the tiger's deep browngold eyes, and holding out his hands. ]

That's you, isn't it?

[literalwildtiger]

[That sentence is a garbled, foreign tongue that he doesn't really get, but never-the-less he hears enough that he by-passes the hands and lovingly shoves his forehead into Barnaby's shoulder, as if to say, hey, partner—sorry I ran off on you.]

[mindgooshed]

[ BLOOP BOOP BOOP.

oh jeez that's enough answer for him. barnaby stiffens momentarily, then quickly closes his arms around the big furry beast's neck, squeezing tightly. god he's been so worried you don't even know. ]

look up chuffing I'm too lazy to link you :|

[literalwildtiger]

[Oh Bunny, Tiger's don't hug. You so silly.

But he's cool with it, and chuffs, kneading around playfully at Barnaby's ribs and shoulder with his nose at the contact; you wanna' wrestle or something? I mean, that's cool if you don't, I can just nuzzle some more. Until he smells that food and realizes he's still hungry, but that can wait.

AIBOU I MISSED YOU AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT!]

lmao lucky for you i already know what chuffing is

[mindgooshed]

[ that doesn't matter, he can still hug you. or your big furry neck, at least.

but jeez you don't know your own strength do you; barnaby is very nearly knocked off balance by kotetiger's playful headbutting. he retaliates by giving that big goofy looking head of yours a good shove. ]

Hey! Watch it, you big furball-

edit button alas

[literalwildtiger]

[Hey, hey, it's hard to remember you're a half-ton jungle cat. But he cautiously slides back and nods his chin up, sniffing the air. He's been dying for something to eat here—gotta' get that calorie intake you're so not!proud of.

He hobbles back toward the mess he made, lifting his front paw awkwardly; that stupid watch was still so tight it was pretty painful. He beaded bracelet, on the other hand, is a pile of little purple balls at Barnaby's left.

I gotta fix that later... When I'm not so furry...]

lmao no paids for kittycats

[mindgooshed]

[ .. jeez. once the tiger moves away, barnaby notices the scattered beads, so before he stands he sweeps up as many of them as he can find and deposits them into a shallow bowl on the countertop. ]

Still hungry?

[ fatass cat. dusting off his hands, barnaby kneels again to take the torn, still half-wrapped steak in his hands; kicking open the trash bin, he tugs off the remaining cellophane and dumps it into the bin, then overs the steak. gross he totally needs to wash his hands after this. ]

Here, kitty kitty.

:C that's species...ist......

[literalwildtiger]

[Oh yessss, that is much better. You'd better watch your fingers, because all he can see right now is delicious dead flesh. Tigertetsu snaps his iron jaws sharply on the end of the meat, taking little time or effort to engulf the thing.

You are in my belly now. Prepare to be digested.

Alright, let's see what else we've got over here.

He reaches up with one paw and grips one shelf in the fridge, yanking the whole thing down on his head. FFFF. On the plus side? There's some left-over spaghetti in a tub he's prying open.


:|]

DEAL WITH IT

[mindgooshed]

[ oh god akjsdhaksd AUGH he is totally not cleaning up this mess okay!!

(that's a lie he probably will)

anyway, barnaby darts in, arms waving, voice raised, and hopefully that's enough to tell your dumb tiger brain to stop doing what you are doing. barnaby grabs one of those massive paws and gives it a good yank, tugging it back and away from the shelf. ]

Stop that! Let me get it!

[ BAD KITTY. ]

[literalwildtiger]

[OW that's my injured dumb constricted paw hdu. He whimpers a sharp, annoyed sound, hopping back; never get anything I want. He huffs and circles the kitchen island and tables, his nose working overtime. If only he could devour all the stuff he was smelling, he'd be a happy cat.

Nnnnghrgh

He plops down in disappointment and waits. No tail swishing either, 'cause I am UPSET WITH YOU ALRIGHT.

SO UPSET.]

[mindgooshed]

[ oh for fuck's sake you're so pouty. i don't even want to hear it, it's going to take him house to clean up this mess, you clumsy fat cat.

first of all, barnaby needs to clear away all of this broken glass so you don't get any in your kitty paws.

and to keep you busy in the meantime here he's gonna toss you another unwrapped steak. enjoy. that's the last one. ]

[literalwildtiger]

[HOOOOO, yes, more steak. You're entirely forgiven.

I'm just going to eat this here and watch you work. Don't mind me.]

[mindgooshed]

[ that's fine, when you're eating you aren't making a mess.

anyway he's just gonna get this broken glass and all of these bottles out of the way so you don't hurt your little paws. and now it's time to stand guard. there's a few more slabs of varied meats in the freezer but hopefully you won't need them.

anyway for now he's just gonna pad back over and kneel down, lifting the poor sad widdle constricted paw. try not to whine too much as he works at the clasp. ]

Still hungry?

[literalwildtiger]

[IDK WHAT THAT MEANS, being so very animal and whatnot---

but he whimpers, shoving Barnaby's hand away at the twinge in his limb. He's not sure how this works, but pain typically means to make whatever's causing it to stop. He figures you not touching the mangled watch is close enough.]

[mindgooshed]

[ oh you stop it stay still you hulking fleabag. barnaby tugs the paw back firmly, firmly enough to say that he means business, and even though kotetsu can't really fully understand him, he should definitely be able to read barnaby's tone of voice when he says- ]

Stop, Kotetsu.

[ >8( be a good kitty.

anyway it's a bit of a tight clasp, so it takes a little finagling, but after a moment he works it open and the strap pops open and falls away. ]

[literalwildtiger]

[WHIIIIIINE

Baniii that's not even polite.

But he appreciates the feeling, now; his paw throbs, but it's not the sharp annoying pain he'd been enduring, and with that in mind he hobbles up and struts around Barnaby, testing it out. You'd think a tiger couldn't look sheepish, but this one here is dumb enough to pull it off.

ALRIGHT, I am free! Let's go!!

AKA HAULING ASS DOWN THE HALL.

ADVENTUUUUURE]

[mindgooshed]

[ omg he's trying to help you hear you big ungrateful oaf. not even a thank you for getting that watch off for you I SEE HOW IT IS.

-- wait where are you going

WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE THIS MESS HERE

this is his outside voice right now, kitty: ]

Hey! Get back here! Kotetsu!

[literalwildtiger]

[CALM YO' CURLS, BUNNY, he skids to a stop in front of his own apartment door and just... plops over against it, waiting.

...


Yes, he remembers he lives here. What of it.]

[mindgooshed]

[ you can't even gnaw a watch off of your paw how is he supposed to know that you know where you live. barnaby cranes his neck to look down the hallway and.. OKAY he's just sitting there. good kitty.

give him like ten minutes to clean up your stinkin' mess, you good for nothing beast.

after that he's moving back down the hallway again, and glancing to kotetsu's door. ]

You can't go in there. I don't have a key. [ BOOP BEEP BLOOP. instead barnaby shoves open the door directly across the hall - his own apartment. ]

In.

[literalwildtiger]

[BUT BUT BUT

He reaches up and sliiiiides his claws down his apartment door, letting out a rough MAAAAUWW sound, flicking his ears back. This is where he's supposed to go, right? He's very /unsure with his life right now, Barnaby. Very.]

[mindgooshed]

[ well there are worse things than being unsure; you're just going to have to deal with it because he is not about to go breaking that door down. barnaby flattens his expression and straightens his posture, swatting at tigtetsu's back. ]

In.

[ HE MEANS BUSINESS. ]

1/2

[literalwildtiger]

[... Sigh...

He slowly... sulks... past Barnaby... into the apartment—]

[literalwildtiger]

[And then flops dramatically across Barnaby's couch.

...

Oooh, this is pretty comfy, actually.]