The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop- A Role Play

[Amer]

Haddie's eyes darted between the cat's tilted head and Kyle's slightly concerned visage. She had to get Kyle to realize who she was, and maybe then she could get some food and not be a mouse any more. The cat lifted it's paw from her. It expected her to dart away. Instead, she leaped up onto its nose and to the top of it's head, where she was staring Kyle in the face. She pointed to herself and tried to sound out her name as best she could with the limited vocabulary of a mouse.

“Heed-ee,” said the mouse, staring Kyle in the face with a meaningful expression on it’s face. It wasn’t a large mouse, only coming up to his neck when standing on its hind legs and carefully balanced on Rylie's lowered head. It wasn’t long after it had spoken -Kyle wasn’t sure what to call her humanoid diction- when Rylie threw the mouse off his head carelessly, and pounced towards where she’d been thrown.
Heed-ee?
“Stand back, Rylie. He might be important.”
But Rylie didn’t understand what he was saying. All he understood was that Kyle was keeping him from his prey, tugging on his collar.

“What’s that?” Cam asked. She reached down to pick the mouse up. This wasn’t the first time she had carelessly grasped a potentially rabid rodent. Mice and squirrels were common visitors to her suburban paradise. “Blue eyes...” she breathed. “That’s strange.”

 

[Amer]

“DID YOU JUST CALL HER A HE?” Cam screeched, almost throwing the mouse at Kyle. “ITS A GIRL.”

 

[Rubysword]

Haddie twisted in the air, doing her best not to land on her injured forepaw. She lay on the ground, feeling defeated. Hunger weakened her. She would have been fine with this much shifting if it hadn't been for the fact that just before pawn day was one of the hungriest times of the year, as natural food sources dried up and Haddie focused her time on finding expensive things to last her the winter. Suddenly, she felt fingers wrapping around her. She rolled onto her stomach, looking at the friendly face before her. She sniffed her. She smelled-green, like summer and salad and ripening fruit. Haddie struggled to her feet and tried again to squeak her name.

 

[Rubysword]

“DID YOU JUST CALL HER A HE?” Cam screeched, almost throwing the mouse at Kyle. “ITS A GIRL.”

Haddie sniffed indignantly. The nerve.

 

[Amer]

Haddie twisted in the air, doing her best not to land on her injured forepaw. She lay on the ground, feeling defeated. Hunger weakened her. She would have been fine with this much shifting if it hadn't been for the fact that just before pawn day was one of the hungriest times of the year, as natural food sources dried up and Haddie focused her time on finding expensive things to last her the winter. Suddenly, she felt fingers wrapping around her. She rolled onto her stomach, looking at the friendly face before her. She sniffed her. She smelled-green, like summer and salad and ripening fruit. Haddie struggled to her feet and tried again to squeak her name.

“Yeet-me.” Cam stared at the mouse for a while, pondering the ticked pattern of fur and those deep blue eyes. Kyle’s impression of mice was wrong. He may have thought it looked grey because he assumed all mice looked the same, but Cam saw a light orangey brown.
“She must be trying to tell me something!” Her brown eyes had a crazed sparkle in the uncanny orange light. Cam yeets the mouse far away. “Yeet me! That’s her name!” The mouse seemed to be rolling her eyes. “No? Something else?” Can gave her most bewildered expression.

 

[Rubysword]

“Yeet-me.” Cam stared at the mouse for a while, pondering the ticked pattern of fur and those deep blue eyes. Kyle’s impression of mice was wrong. He may have thought it looked grey because he assumed all mice looked the same, but Cam saw a light orangey brown.
“She must be trying to tell me something!” Her brown eyes had a crazed sparkle in the uncanny orange light. “Yeet me! That’s her name!” The mouse seemed to be rolling her eyes. “No? Something else?” Can gave her most bewildered expression.

Yeet me? really. With my luck, that nickname's gonna stick. Haddie thought for a moment, then flapped her paws, pounced, and tried to look like a bear.

 

[Amer]

Yeet me? really. With my luck, that nickname's gonna stick. Haddie thought for a moment, then flapped her arms, pounced, and tried to look like a bear.

Cam, utterly startled, nearly tossed the mouse to Timbuktu. Oh. I thought it had rabies for a second.
The mouse was now storming grumpily around her palm. “Uhhh... any mouse experts around here? This one is behaving strangely.”
She twisted her had as if expecting a teenage mouse nerd to step out of the blue.

 

[Rubysword]

Cam, utterly startled, nearly tossed the mouse to Timbuktu. Oh. I thought it had rabies for a second.
The mouse was now storming grumpily around her palm. “Uhhh... any mouse experts around here? This one is behaving strangely.”
She twisted her had as if expecting a teenage mouse nerd to step out of the blue.

Haddie got an idea. She waved her paws at Cam to get her attention again, stood on her hind legs, and rubbed her stomach. She then brought her paw to her mouth, like the ASL sign for eat.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Take held onto Ellie’s legs and stood up. Since she was small and didn’t weigh very much, she didn’t slow him down. He quickly started to run again, focused on getting her out of there. “C’mon Blair!” He shouted, urging her to keep up as his third eye watched as the roots and branches came for them. He tried to keep a good pace as he jumped, dodged, and ducked as they swung in his direction in attempt to capture him and Ellie again.

Blair hissed as a branch shot out at her, snatching her wrist. With a growl, she wrenched her hand away. At hearing Take's yell, she twisted around and dashed after him, her feet barely touching the ground. "I'm coming!"
With a leap she cleared the fallen log, finally catching up with Take. "Keep going, keep going!"

 

[Amer]

Haddie got an idea. She waved her paws at Cam to get her attention again, stood on her hind legs, and rubbed her stomach. She then brought her paw to her mouth, like the ASL sign for eat.

“You’re hungry?” Cam reached into her pocket, pulling out a few assorted dead leaves and an odd bit of root.
“Do you like dahlia petals?” she asked, waving the vermillion petals enticingly in front of the mouse. She had no idea if mice could eat them, but the something had been nibbling on them.