[ Alberto's eyeing the cat warily, smile faltering a bit, as it locks its gaze with his. He's not sure how he feels about this weird magic flying cat? What the hell is it? Cats aren't magic in his world, either — and definitely don't fly. Alberto can only imagine a flying Machiavelli, and just the thought of it puts him on edge. He hesitantly reaches out to touch it, but it doesn't move closer, just hunches itself up, ears further back against its head, eyes narrowing slightly. Alberto withdraws his hand, knowing this look all too well... He turns back to Laphicet above, cupping his hand around his mouth to make his voice louder as he shouts up to the other boy, each word practically punctuated by his volume. ]
Yeah! It's a mean magic cat! It's fine, though...! I'm gonna do it again!
[ The hell he is, though, if the "mean magic cat" has anything to say about it. Alberto gives another apprehensive look to the cat, reaching out a second and final time to see if it'd like to sniff him. But it doesn't. It wants to protect him — from himself. But, uh, that doesn't exactly translate in its low growl, gradually increasing its own volume until it snarls, yowling-like, and just as Alberto backs up to give it space, the cat lunges at him. It keeps at the attack, weaving and dancing about his ankles and swatting as Alberto makes panicked jumps to get away from it, kicking up sand by accident in the process. It hisses and starts trying to coral him, cleverly guiding him (in the most aggressive way?) back toward the mouth of the staircase.
But again— that doesn't quite come off that way. As far as Alberto can tell, he's just being assaulted by a very, very mean magic cat at random. He starts trotting away, but the cat pursues him, and then the chase is on. Both are running back up the stairs, Alberto rather clumsily while the cat is trying to claw at his barefoot heels. Alberto looks frazzled, a frantic tone to his voice as he starts waving his arms up at Laphicet ahead. ]
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Yeah! It's a mean magic cat! It's fine, though...! I'm gonna do it again!
[ The hell he is, though, if the "mean magic cat" has anything to say about it. Alberto gives another apprehensive look to the cat, reaching out a second and final time to see if it'd like to sniff him. But it doesn't. It wants to protect him — from himself. But, uh, that doesn't exactly translate in its low growl, gradually increasing its own volume until it snarls, yowling-like, and just as Alberto backs up to give it space, the cat lunges at him. It keeps at the attack, weaving and dancing about his ankles and swatting as Alberto makes panicked jumps to get away from it, kicking up sand by accident in the process. It hisses and starts trying to coral him, cleverly guiding him (in the most aggressive way?) back toward the mouth of the staircase.
But again— that doesn't quite come off that way. As far as Alberto can tell, he's just being assaulted by a very, very mean magic cat at random. He starts trotting away, but the cat pursues him, and then the chase is on. Both are running back up the stairs, Alberto rather clumsily while the cat is trying to claw at his barefoot heels. Alberto looks frazzled, a frantic tone to his voice as he starts waving his arms up at Laphicet ahead. ]
It's a mean magic cat! It's a mean magic cat...!!