I think I could make it in journalism! I mean, being paid to talk sounds like a dream come true!

// I want you all to know i read my own dialogue here in frieza's voice

Enjoying the quiet before the holiday. Although it does make me believe I should brace for an incredibly overwhelming end of the week.

A- *Despite hardly lasting a moment, the quick peck on his paw was a genuine shock to the cat's system.* Y-Yes, yes, 'til then! *All Whiskers could really do was give a brisk dismissing wave and stay in place, trying to process what all had happened for an awkward moment.* +

Maybe sometimes violence IS the answer.

// Anyone can Cook!

Yes, I'm sure we can figure something out later. If anything, you know where to find me, we can simply discuss it impromptu.

Manual labor is truly the worst kind of punishment imaginable.

Perhaps sometime next week, then? If that works for you, of course. It'll be my treat next time, regardless of when.

Yes, I'm afraid so... time waits for no cat, and neither does oncoming visits with extended family. But I must thank you again for this brief respite. It really was something I needed, we should do this sort of thing more often!

The thing they don't tell you about reading "the classics" is how unbearably depressing and/or full of themselves the authors are.

I can't explain it, but something about sitting the wrong way in chairs is just so much more relaxing.

Yes, I suppose that's fair... Bygones be bygones then, shall we say? It's in the past now, so there's no point in thinking too long on the morality of it.

Yes, I suppose that's fair. *Whiskers takes a silent sip of his milkshake, for once choosing to think before he speaks.* You know... it may be a little odd to be saying it now, but if we're having a sincere conversation, then I would like to apologize again for the way I acted when we first met.

Don't trust clowns. If your whole job is lying to make a fool out of yourself, you clearly must be hiding something.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I'm 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲, and I've c-come ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to terms with my own ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ death...!

i'm such a faggot oh my god.

Ah... that's... fair. *Out of every possible response that Whiskers had braced for, being called out for a severe lacking of education on the fundamental basics of equal relationships was the one he fully wasn't prepared for.* That was a poor choice of words on my behalf. Let me rephrase... +

I wonder how long it will be before some event drastically derails this school year. I'm already bracing for something to happen again, regardless.

Oh stop it, I'm not complaining in the least. If anything, I'm happy with being taken somewhere different than my norm. And I'm not so shallow that I can't appreciate the fact you're doing this for me on your own free will. I suppose I'll need to return the favor in the future, won't I?

I've spent the whole day by myself and have decided that's a problem. So, instead, I shall graciously share my greatness with all of you.

I really am just a gift to the world.

They should make actions that dont have consequences. That would be nice.

As much as I enjoy the seasonal warmth, it would be nicer with fewer spiders about.

What do you know, they really do sell the most random things on television after dark.

Well, I can't say I'm not enjoying myself! Even if this isn't my usual environment, it's pleasant enough to appreciate. Then again, my feelings may be somewhat... biased at the moment. *In truth, this is a place he most likely would rarely go to on his own, but the company made it so much better.*

Am I so predictable? Maybe I'm starting to lose my touch... *He puts on a faux worried face, going "deep in thought" for a second before dropping the bit.* Regardless, by now, you should know that the only things that I ever feel obligated to do are the things I've decided are worth doing! +

Shaking your head like a disappointed parent works infinitely better than any crude gesture does as a response to those who wrong you.

I may have to follow up on that offer at some point. As much as I adore being the center of attention, it certainly has its drawbacks. But! That's a conversation for later, I've got enough time to pity myself into a spiral, and I'd rather focus on the here and now over what's happened already. +

Ah... Well, stares or not, I'm glad to call you one of us! And, if I'm speaking from the heart, I don't think there's much you could do make me or Mitt change our minds. If keeping you around comes with a little reputation tarnishing, then so be it!

As awful as the heat is this time of year, we have to remember it has its benefits too. Mid-Day naps in the sun have never felt better!

I have never taken a bad picture, ever. Even the candid shots are perfect!

Well... to impart some words of wisdom from personal experience, the stares never stop. *Whiskers' shoulders slouch slightly, just long enough for him to sigh before standing back upright.* The best advice I can offer is to learn to distract them or distract yourself from them somehow.

You get used to it after a while. A long while... but a while nonetheless!

If things keep staying warm, I'm going to begin carrying an umbrella around everywhere.

You could say that. As much as I hate to speak ill of family, there's more than enough strings attached to unnatural smiles and quick pawshakes to go around. Fortunately, I tend to get lucky and not have to sit through too much of the favor garnering, unlike Mitt. +

Sliding down stair banisters is a lot of fun. Would highly recommend it as a way to go down stairs.

*Whiskers eagerly takes the seat, spending a second to get comfortable and let his posture soften up slightly before addressing the question.* Well, they've been lovely. I'll never turn down a chance to be the center of attention! But if I'm being honest, it's nice to get away for a moment...

// Your god has returned

*Whiskers was too busy trying to keep his face straight to even take note of the distance between the two.* Well... normally, I would be hesitant to trust somewhere I haven't been to a few times... but I trust your judgment. A simple strawberry milkshake sounds rather enjoyable to me right now.

Living with just a small amount of hate in your heart is highly underrated in my opinion.

Of course. Lead the way! *Whiskers was trying his absolute best to suppress the giddy grin attempting to overtake his face, hoping to maintain at least a little dignity in the face of one of the few people he respected. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't doing too great, he just prayed it wasn't visible.*

Ooh, that sounds delightful! *In all honesty, he could have suggested anywhere in the world and Whiskers would have agreed.* Its been a good while since I've had a proper treat anyways...

I didn't have any exact plan in mind, but I have a few ideas. *He's trying so hard to act normal about the whole scenario, but like the loser he is, he's not doing a good job at looking casual.* I was considering getting something to eat, nothing too terribly excessive. How does that sound?

Really? Well, I'm never one to turn down a free baked good, especially a homemade one!

// I LOVE GAY PEOPLE

Well... It's not like I have any reason to say no to such an offer.

Unfortunately, I don't. The rest of my day is entirely open.

It's that time of year again!