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Cale Henituse drooped onto a tavern's counter, wasting away the day. It was a typical normal evening. He would get drunk, cause trouble, and wander around the territory with no issues. There wasn't really anything else to do, especially if one wanted to avoid their own family. Wandering and drinking occupied his mind exactly how he wanted it. It didn't matter to him whether or not the bottles consumed would catch up to him. His body would flow as necessary to the repercussions if they came, which he heavily doubted the world cared to even spare him a glance. So, imagine his surprise when he came across an annoying old man being a prick to some cats. He certainly wasn't expecting the silver cat to turn and hiss at him as the red one pitifully curled onto itself. He found it to be unbelievably troublesome and a waste of his time- oh.
"Hey," his mouth slurred out. His body swayed in tandem to the glass swirling in his hand. "Learn some decency." Cale didn't care much for logic. It didn't matter anyway at the end of the day.
"Y-Young master," stuttered a response before wrinkles scrunched up in realization. "Hah!?"
"Need ya ears cleaned old man? I said learn some decency, fucker."
The two cats slowly tiptoed, somehow their bodies reciprocated this motion, away.
"Damn brats everywhere-"
"Shut it," Cale brashly bumped into him before slamming the now empty bottle upon some brick. "Get your ass going."
"FU- Ugh," various muscles shifted on his face as he contemplated. It was rather disturbing. He finally tucked tail and fled soon after.
Cale sauntered approximately the same way as the cats before they cautiously meowed at him. The silvered one stood in front with as much as an imposing figure a small kitten could muster. Cale let out a scoff before dumping the moldy, decrepit bread that the old man had taken from the two. He sure as hell didn't want it or needed it, plus he still had some night to burn out. He took out a handkerchief as he dusted off his hands in the hopes of getting rid of all he could from that grotesque item he had laid his hands on. It still felt incredibly disgusting, so he naturally made his way to the Henituse residence. The slum-like mannered cats were just a way to avoid dinner; something incessantly asked about.
Ron greeted him at the silvered gates as two guards bowed in courtesy, not wishing to be receptive to Cale's wrath.
"Young master Cale," the old butler smiled, "Miss Lily wanted to see you before it got too late, but it has gotten quite dark out, hasn't it?" A small Lily was cradled in his arms, sound asleep. Cale stared for a few moments. He found Lily's efforts pointless and unnecessary. He wasn't worth the time. He didn't want her love.
"Tsk," Cale clicked his tongue as he walked past with squinted eyes. He was undeserving. He couldn't understand. Ron silently followed Cale with his eyes before handing Lily to her nanny and expertly aiding in Cale's sleep routine. The sleep was unwelcoming.
The curtains skidded across the bar as rays poured in from the morning sun.
"Ron," Cale sneered, flopping over back onto the bed and turning away from the light.
"Young master Cale, the lord wishes you to attend at least one meal time this month."
"Argh," he let out an unwilling groan, snuggling further into the covers.
Clack!
Clack!
Two taps sounded out from the glass.
Meow?
Meow!
Two meows followed behind.
"Young master let this-"
"Just ignore them, Ron," Cale interrupted, rubbing his eye. "Get some servant to deal with them instead. I'm going to sleep." The last part was said as a declaration, but Ron focused on the two cats, effectively dismissing him. Cale would later come to regret this decision as a certain servant was called to deal with them. He was rather vehement upon meeting the two fuzz balls.