hatesthefood: (Dorky in a hat)
A soft click, then a meow as a splotched nose nudges the device before moving enough to let Ken be seen. He's in the greenhouse attached to the Koneko, dirt covering his hands as well as a smear across one cheek. In his hand, he cradles a small plant, decorated with dainty blue blooms as his free hand moves to grab a larger container to replant it in. There's another meow just off screen before a dog pads into the picture, her nose automatically moving to see what Ken was holding.

Oi! None of that, Bandit. Go on, shoo. Go bother Gent.
hatesthefood: (I lost myself)
-a click, then a soft meow, followed by a whimper and a sigh-

I know, girl. I know you miss him. Just isn't the same without them, is it?

-something heavy settling on the ground-

Come on, Bandit... Geez, Gent... no claws in the shoulders... idiot.

... we just gotta get used to the fact that he's... they're not coming back.

You know what? There hasn't been much business tonight. Let's just close down early and head home... We can take the long way, right?

-a muffled bark-

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Sep. 14th, 2009 10:08 pm
hatesthefood: (Alone)
And to think they ended up being just as sinful as they accused us of being. Screw you, you so called deities. I hope you get what's coming to you.

[ooc: Ken's holed up in the back room of the Koneko, brooding thinking. Feel free to poke him for some action.]

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