[ Maybe an obscenely swole teddy ... that sounds disturbing, but it's fine, the analogy gets the point across. Everyone knows the real star is Vietnam, so it's just in this instance that bystanders, vehicle-riders, and motorcyclists alike assume he's the one driving the hotrod until they notice that his hands are disproportionately small when compared to his body ... RIP ...
While they coast out on the road, Makoto's fear threatens to get the worst of him as the speed climbs and climbs, but maybe there's a certain threshold for terror, since Makoto eventually becomes numb to the fact they could have a head-on collision at any moment. Even if he tends to get freaked out by even the passing mention of a haunted swim center, he can at least enjoy this moment — and with one huge gulp, he whoops.
Hopefully, that doesn't disturb Vietnam's hand-eye coordination en route to the cat café, since he was pretty loud. ]
[Hey, everyone loves giant teddies though! So a swole teddy is only the best, really. But look, they will never know. Even if the hands are too small. They'll just think he's too cool, like how he looks. So strong, and possibly thug like aside from his kind eyes.
Actually, hearing and noticing Makoto's fear does worry her, but she also noticed that he's very endearing? She feels bad for thinking this, really, especially while she should be concentrating so that he would have a smooth ride, but he's just...really cute. Don't worry Makoto, just hold on tightly because she'll make sure you'll live! Watch out for this dip though, sorry.
The cat cafe is soon in sight, so he need not worry anymore, but as she begins to slow down...]
[ They're just way overdue for a bike gang showing up to assert their control of the district. Makoto wouldn't bolt on the spot in case of an imminent knife-fight, but Vietnam might as well be alone with how he'll be cowering behind her ... really, some people ...
Anyways, save for the dip at the intersection — which he manages to yelp his way through — they end up at the cat café with all their limbs intact. And just for a moment, Makoto almost believes he's gotten off without Vietnam noticing his whooping, but wishful thinking fails him this time. ]
H-Hahah, yeah, I guess so!
[ SMOOTH.
In an effort to curb any further embarrassment, he abruptly disentangles, nearly tripping off the bike in the process ... but hey, he save himself from face-planting on the concrete in record time. After that, it's just a matter of extending his hand to Vietnam, giving off cool, swaggy vibes while still perched on the motorcycle. ]
[Look, she'll protect him for sure! Of course, they'll run at the sight of him first, she's sure! But he can still stand behind her. Because she'll shield him.
But don't worry, she'll keep all his secrets. In fact, that part of him is what she holds most dear. How his emotions are all out in the world for others to see. It warms her heart, really.
Even when he's a little bit clumsy. She'll keep that a secret too, as she takes his hand to gracefully get off of the bike. This at least makes him look like the perfect gentleman, no?]
I am fine. Perhaps I went a little bit too wildly to try to impress you.
[Actually she went slower, but details.]
amy, don't torture urself anymore w/ this thread [deadcat]
[ Friends enabling friends, friends protecting friends ... what's better than buds being buds, really. His heart is equally warmed by this show of kindness, even if he's a little slower on the dismount. ]
Oh, but don't worry! I didn't have any trouble. Thank you for the ride.
[ Were they traveling like 40mph or something the entire time ... incredible ... ]
Is the cat café in this direction?
[ And he's pointed in the direction least likely to boast a café dedicated to rubbing cat's heads, but at least he's trying to be moderately helpful after that whole poison cake debacle. ]
[That's cute though...and seriously, shhh, don't worry about the slow speeds?
And look at that! Now is time for Makoto to take charge. His excitement for cats is endearing, but the way he starts to handle things shows her that this is why he's the Captain of his swim team. It's not just his gentle heart. Makoto can be helpfully assertive when he needs to be!
She nods and follows after him. No cake will poison them, and all cats will love them. Maybe there are kittens to play with.]
Yes! I am rather excited now that we are drawing closer.
[Perhaps the excitement got to her mind because she's still holding his hand as they continue to walk onwards.]
[ cries a river on you??? you're too nice to me ................
But alright, he'd never be the leader of his swim team if he didn't have a single backbone in his body, even if he so often loses it in the face of ghosts or equally spoopy paranormal creatures that go bump in the night. Blame it on his younger siblings' soft spot for horror flicks.
On that note, though: kittens. In particular, kittens with soft, wet noses and cute, tiny paws and ears that flick at the slightest sound. He's so lost in the thought that he's holding her hand with just as much fervor all the way up to the cat café, at which point he startles. Not enough to reflexively jerk out of her grip (that's rude yo), but enough to just let it hang there?!? why ]
Oh! Sorry, I didn't notice, ahaha.
[ If nothing else, he's quick on the uptake to open the door for her, where they'll soon be swarmed by a tornado of cats of all shapes and sizes, presumably. This is his first time at an actual cat café, so his expectations are as lofty as the stars in the sky ... have mercy ... ]
And exactly, he's just human, but he's brave when it counts! She'll protect him from all the horror stuff, considering she's also a bit of a horror buff herself.
So it looks like it happened to the both of them, hand holding so tightly, because of the thought of cats. KITTENS. Adorable little balls of fluff with their wonderful purring.
She flushes slightly, but she doesn't let go. Only because they do have to enter. It was only when he holds the door for her, that she does let go only to step in.]
Thank you.
[That was probably the last word she could get in before a chorus of mews were all aimed at their direction. And their big eyes looking up at them, as if urging them to pet their soft fur.]
[ EVERYONE KNOWS WHO THE REAL SAINT IS HERE???? (look in the mirror)
All the better that Vietnam will pick up the slack before any perceived danger, although the risks that might come with a cat café are few and far-between. He's so preoccupied with the thought of cats that it's completely taken up his thoughts, only interrupted when he does have to humanly release her hand to let her inside. ]
You're welcome.
[ The commotion of paws comes like a divine presage from the heavens above — he can't keep himself from immediately dropping to his knees a few few inside the door to pet the few that have taken the risk to swish up by his legs, all plumed tails and humungous eyes befitting of their silken coats. ]
You should try it too, Vietnam!
[ Makoto is already having a field day stroking their chins and the fluff of their throats, only to alternate with gently-applied pats to the head. ]
And really, he's allowed to give in now! The trials of getting here had been conquered, and here were the spoils. The hour of their reward has come, and they were able to play with all of these cats.
Seeing Makoto play with them, it makes the moment too, does it not? At least that is how she felt, watching him play with the cats with an excited look on his face. And strangely serene, too, like he reached an epitome.
Vietnam can't help but give in to that, and rushes over to him.]
They really like you already! [Said as she tries to reach another kitten, ready for affection. Perhaps too ready, considering that there are so many kittens, some of them after fighting for attention!]
To the victor goes the spoils, and Makoto is ready to get down and tussle with the multitude of cats, which all seem content with mobbing his ankles for kicks. Although Vietnam appears to remain largely vigilant before the crowd for a record-breaking amount of time, they both naturally succumb to wiles of all those cute, fuzzy creatures, because why not. Why not anything. Makoto's not even a veterinarian, but he will be with this much gusto for their furry friends. There's no greater calling in his life but to look after these cute little ones. ]
I'd say they like you even more, Vietnam-san!
[ And in case it slips her notice, he gestures at the furball crowd meowing around her áo dài, whichall take cues from squirrels with how they're climbing up her legs like they might clamber up a tree trunk. With the excited throng of kittens all vying for her attention, it'll be a miracle if she doesn't end up down for the count in the process. ]
And look, he's allowed to win! He's got such a soothing personality, one that makes her as comfortable as these kittens are with him right now. And seriously, he probably should be, just to smother his face into their soft fur and save their lives. Save their happiness!]
A-ah, just as few, the rest love you! [She's actually seriously down for the count though, as she only has a small frame, and there are so many kittens! So she's all bent down, kneeling down, and then seated now, just because this kittens keep climbing up her.
She's not sure if she should try to reach out just so they can climb all over her onto Makoto.
[ And what starts as just a pair of friendly hands dead-set on rescuing her from the clutches of a pile of kittens ends with a yelp and a topple as they're quick to change route and jump him. The whole ten or so that have clambered from her arm to his shoulder, that is.
If there were any doubts on who the figure swarmed in kittens on the floor is, they're all answered with the voluminous sound of Makoto's laughter shortly followed by the sound of completely baffled astonishment. ]
Ahaha ... ! They're on my fac— fwwph—
[ And he could easily wrestle himself up and away from the threat of being choked to death by kittens (not a bad way to go), but for now, he'd rather try to find a middle ground that leaves each and every feline unharmed. So far, plucking one cat from his face only means two more take their place. WELL THEN ..... RIP MAKOTO?!?! He lived a good life. ]
She's laughing at first when Makoto goes to rescue her, but then it ended up that he was the next victim. He was a much bigger and stronger tree to climb, and with a pleasant laugh like that, who wouldn't resist him? Those kittens knew what's up!
But then it might be too late if Makoto dies, so she better rescue him. In fact, she better do it now he has ten cats practically hanging off his upper body and face.]
M-Makoto! [She scrambles over, trying to pluck the little kittens off him, except they mew so pathetically when they're not longer on Makoto's face.]
[ LOVE ME AMY .... WAIT, DON'T LOVE ME, I'M TERRIBLE ..... LET ME LOVE YOU????? ahahahwoh ]
I'm fine! I'll be alright, go on without me!
[ Since that they're at a cat café and all, maybe she can order a seasonal latte ... or like, a really nice frap with whipped cream, those are always a treat? Never mind that he has to get rescued from a bunch of hyperactive kittens that insist on crawling all over his face. Good thing none of them have supremely sharp claws, or this might be a different story, but — ah, she's made enough of an attempt that his head is freed from the mess of furballs. And then he's coughing dramatically, but damn ... saved again. Where would he be without her divine intervention? An early grave, probably (wait what). ]
Thank you, Vietnam. I'm really okay now, so don't let me keep you if want to get a drink, or maybe some des—
[ Was he going to say dessert or desert? The world may never know, but there he goes, crowded back into the squirming pile of cats. He's at least giving her a thumbs-up through the pile though, which is full reign for her to pet the kittens that have since taken up refuge around her legs, or maybe just a cue to grab a coffee, sit back, and enjoy the show. ]
[She wants him around! Even if he died from cats swarming him, which is considered the best way to go. But you can still have too much of a good thing! Maybe.
At least she was going to say yes to dessert (he was saying dessert, right?) when the cats are now swarming him all over again! Alas, they love him so much that this is going to be a recurring problem that they might as well move on and try to do something at the same time. Multitasking!]
Alright, I'll get you both a drink and a dessert!
[Good idea, Vietnam. She moves to find one of the staff while the cats are still swarming around her legs and feet, and makes her order. It's probably going to be something DELIGHTFULLY HUGE just to celebrate this day! Oh, and delicious fraps of course!]
[ AAAAAAAAA, NOT IF I CAN HELP IT??? LOVES U AS WILDLY AS I CAN (WHOA)
Thank god they both have their priorities straight, though. Finally, Makoto can go out the way he's always wanted, probably: death by cats. Swarming cats, at that, while Vietnam considers his words before going off to get some café food (always the right choice).
Luckily, by the time she's received her order, he's managed to extricate himself from the cat pile long enough to find a seat. Granted, there are still kittens nosing around his sneakers, but none of them have taken to choking him with their fur again just yet. ]
So! What did you get, Vietnam-san?
[ Don't mind Makoto casually brushing cat fur off himself, holding his body away so he doesn't get it on that DELIGHTFULLY HUGE order she just made. Laughing, he tilts back into the chair just a bit, patently relieved. ]
Aaaaah, that was fun! It's nice to go to places like this every once in a while, isn't it?
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While they coast out on the road, Makoto's fear threatens to get the worst of him as the speed climbs and climbs, but maybe there's a certain threshold for terror, since Makoto eventually becomes numb to the fact they could have a head-on collision at any moment. Even if he tends to get freaked out by even the passing mention of a haunted swim center, he can at least enjoy this moment — and with one huge gulp, he whoops.
Hopefully, that doesn't disturb Vietnam's hand-eye coordination en route to the cat café, since he was pretty loud. ]
NOW FOREVER!!!!
Actually, hearing and noticing Makoto's fear does worry her, but she also noticed that he's very endearing? She feels bad for thinking this, really, especially while she should be concentrating so that he would have a smooth ride, but he's just...really cute. Don't worry Makoto, just hold on tightly because she'll make sure you'll live! Watch out for this dip though, sorry.
The cat cafe is soon in sight, so he need not worry anymore, but as she begins to slow down...]
That wasn't so bad, no?
[OH SHE KNEW.]
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Anyways, save for the dip at the intersection — which he manages to yelp his way through — they end up at the cat café with all their limbs intact. And just for a moment, Makoto almost believes he's gotten off without Vietnam noticing his whooping, but wishful thinking fails him this time. ]
H-Hahah, yeah, I guess so!
[ SMOOTH.
In an effort to curb any further embarrassment, he abruptly disentangles, nearly tripping off the bike in the process ... but hey, he save himself from face-planting on the concrete in record time. After that, it's just a matter of extending his hand to Vietnam, giving off cool, swaggy vibes while still perched on the motorcycle. ]
What about you?
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But don't worry, she'll keep all his secrets. In fact, that part of him is what she holds most dear. How his emotions are all out in the world for others to see. It warms her heart, really.
Even when he's a little bit clumsy. She'll keep that a secret too, as she takes his hand to gracefully get off of the bike. This at least makes him look like the perfect gentleman, no?]
I am fine. Perhaps I went a little bit too wildly to try to impress you.
[Actually she went slower, but details.]
amy, don't torture urself anymore w/ this thread [deadcat]
Oh, but don't worry! I didn't have any trouble. Thank you for the ride.
[ Were they traveling like 40mph or something the entire time ... incredible ... ]
Is the cat café in this direction?
[ And he's pointed in the direction least likely to boast a café dedicated to rubbing cat's heads, but at least he's trying to be moderately helpful after that whole poison cake debacle. ]
NO I MUST TAG YOU FOREVER
And look at that! Now is time for Makoto to take charge. His excitement for cats is endearing, but the way he starts to handle things shows her that this is why he's the Captain of his swim team. It's not just his gentle heart. Makoto can be helpfully assertive when he needs to be!
She nods and follows after him. No cake will poison them, and all cats will love them. Maybe there are kittens to play with.]
Yes! I am rather excited now that we are drawing closer.
[Perhaps the excitement got to her mind because she's still holding his hand as they continue to walk onwards.]
AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa
cries a river on you??? you're too nice to me ................But alright, he'd never be the leader of his swim team if he didn't have a single backbone in his body, even if he so often loses it in the face of ghosts or equally spoopy paranormal creatures that go bump in the night. Blame it on his younger siblings' soft spot for horror flicks.
On that note, though: kittens. In particular, kittens with soft, wet noses and cute, tiny paws and ears that flick at the slightest sound. He's so lost in the thought that he's holding her hand with just as much fervor all the way up to the cat café, at which point he startles. Not enough to reflexively jerk out of her grip (that's rude yo), but enough to just let it hang there?!? why ]
Oh! Sorry, I didn't notice, ahaha.
[ If nothing else, he's quick on the uptake to open the door for her, where they'll soon be swarmed by a tornado of cats of all shapes and sizes, presumably. This is his first time at an actual cat café, so his expectations are as lofty as the stars in the sky ... have mercy ... ]
HEHEHEHEH
And exactly, he's just human, but he's brave when it counts! She'll protect him from all the horror stuff, considering she's also a bit of a horror buff herself.
So it looks like it happened to the both of them, hand holding so tightly, because of the thought of cats. KITTENS. Adorable little balls of fluff with their wonderful purring.
She flushes slightly, but she doesn't let go. Only because they do have to enter. It was only when he holds the door for her, that she does let go only to step in.]
Thank you.
[That was probably the last word she could get in before a chorus of mews were all aimed at their direction. And their big eyes looking up at them, as if urging them to pet their soft fur.]
eheheheHEHEHE
All the better that Vietnam will pick up the slack before any perceived danger, although the risks that might come with a cat café are few and far-between. He's so preoccupied with the thought of cats that it's completely taken up his thoughts, only interrupted when he does have to humanly release her hand to let her inside. ]
You're welcome.
[ The commotion of paws comes like a divine presage from the heavens above — he can't keep himself from immediately dropping to his knees a few few inside the door to pet the few that have taken the risk to swish up by his legs, all plumed tails and humungous eyes befitting of their silken coats. ]
You should try it too, Vietnam!
[ Makoto is already having a field day stroking their chins and the fluff of their throats, only to alternate with gently-applied pats to the head. ]
heeeheeeHEEHHEHEEH
And really, he's allowed to give in now! The trials of getting here had been conquered, and here were the spoils. The hour of their reward has come, and they were able to play with all of these cats.
Seeing Makoto play with them, it makes the moment too, does it not? At least that is how she felt, watching him play with the cats with an excited look on his face. And strangely serene, too, like he reached an epitome.
Vietnam can't help but give in to that, and rushes over to him.]
They really like you already! [Said as she tries to reach another kitten, ready for affection. Perhaps too ready, considering that there are so many kittens, some of them after fighting for attention!]
HAPPY NEW YEARS AMY!!!!!!!!
To the victor goes the spoils, and Makoto is ready to get down and tussle with the multitude of cats, which all seem content with mobbing his ankles for kicks. Although Vietnam appears to remain largely vigilant before the crowd for a record-breaking amount of time, they both naturally succumb to wiles of all those cute, fuzzy creatures, because why not. Why not anything. Makoto's not even a veterinarian, but he will be with this much gusto for their furry friends. There's no greater calling in his life but to look after these cute little ones. ]
I'd say they like you even more, Vietnam-san!
[ And in case it slips her notice, he gestures at the furball crowd meowing around her áo dài, whichall take cues from squirrels with how they're climbing up her legs like they might clamber up a tree trunk. With the excited throng of kittens all vying for her attention, it'll be a miracle if she doesn't end up down for the count in the process. ]
HAPPY NEW YEARS REM!!!!!!!!!!
And look, he's allowed to win! He's got such a soothing personality, one that makes her as comfortable as these kittens are with him right now. And seriously, he probably should be, just to smother his face into their soft fur and save their lives. Save their happiness!]
A-ah, just as few, the rest love you! [She's actually seriously down for the count though, as she only has a small frame, and there are so many kittens! So she's all bent down, kneeling down, and then seated now, just because this kittens keep climbing up her.
She's not sure if she should try to reach out just so they can climb all over her onto Makoto.
Actally, she's giving it a shot.]
♥
Ah, Vietnam ... ! Do you need some help—
[ And what starts as just a pair of friendly hands dead-set on rescuing her from the clutches of a pile of kittens ends with a yelp and a topple as they're quick to change route and jump him. The whole ten or so that have clambered from her arm to his shoulder, that is.
If there were any doubts on who the figure swarmed in kittens on the floor is, they're all answered with the voluminous sound of Makoto's laughter shortly followed by the sound of completely baffled astonishment. ]
Ahaha ... ! They're on my fac— fwwph—
[ And he could easily wrestle himself up and away from the threat of being choked to death by kittens (not a bad way to go), but for now, he'd rather try to find a middle ground that leaves each and every feline unharmed. So far, plucking one cat from his face only means two more take their place. WELL THEN ..... RIP MAKOTO?!?! He lived a good life. ]
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
She's laughing at first when Makoto goes to rescue her, but then it ended up that he was the next victim. He was a much bigger and stronger tree to climb, and with a pleasant laugh like that, who wouldn't resist him? Those kittens knew what's up!
But then it might be too late if Makoto dies, so she better rescue him. In fact, she better do it now he has ten cats practically hanging off his upper body and face.]
M-Makoto! [She scrambles over, trying to pluck the little kittens off him, except they mew so pathetically when they're not longer on Makoto's face.]
N-no, you need him to live as well!
[What kind of lecture is this even.]
!!!!
I'm fine! I'll be alright, go on without me!
[ Since that they're at a cat café and all, maybe she can order a seasonal latte ... or like, a really nice frap with whipped cream, those are always a treat? Never mind that he has to get rescued from a bunch of hyperactive kittens that insist on crawling all over his face. Good thing none of them have supremely sharp claws, or this might be a different story, but — ah, she's made enough of an attempt that his head is freed from the mess of furballs. And then he's coughing dramatically, but damn ... saved again. Where would he be without her divine intervention? An early grave, probably (wait what). ]
Thank you, Vietnam. I'm really okay now, so don't let me keep you if want to get a drink, or maybe some des—
[ Was he going to say dessert or desert? The world may never know, but there he goes, crowded back into the squirming pile of cats. He's at least giving her a thumbs-up through the pile though, which is full reign for her to pet the kittens that have since taken up refuge around her legs, or maybe just a cue to grab a coffee, sit back, and enjoy the show. ]
:>!!!!!!!!
No, Makoto, please!
[She wants him around! Even if he died from cats swarming him, which is considered the best way to go. But you can still have too much of a good thing! Maybe.
At least she was going to say yes to dessert (he was saying dessert, right?) when the cats are now swarming him all over again! Alas, they love him so much that this is going to be a recurring problem that they might as well move on and try to do something at the same time. Multitasking!]
Alright, I'll get you both a drink and a dessert!
[Good idea, Vietnam. She moves to find one of the staff while the cats are still swarming around her legs and feet, and makes her order. It's probably going to be something DELIGHTFULLY HUGE just to celebrate this day! Oh, and delicious fraps of course!]
:^)
Thank god they both have their priorities straight, though. Finally, Makoto can go out the way he's always wanted, probably: death by cats. Swarming cats, at that, while Vietnam considers his words before going off to get some café food (always the right choice).
Luckily, by the time she's received her order, he's managed to extricate himself from the cat pile long enough to find a seat. Granted, there are still kittens nosing around his sneakers, but none of them have taken to choking him with their fur again just yet. ]
So! What did you get, Vietnam-san?
[ Don't mind Makoto casually brushing cat fur off himself, holding his body away so he doesn't get it on that DELIGHTFULLY HUGE order she just made. Laughing, he tilts back into the chair just a bit, patently relieved. ]
Aaaaah, that was fun! It's nice to go to places like this every once in a while, isn't it?