𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙏𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮 - 𝙖 𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙡 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚

There is a certain thing you can wake her up for at any time of the day. Something she sees as such a delicatesse that she might even consider murdering you for if you would hold it away from her. It's a simple fact: Teekl would do anything for fish. Earth gave many things Limbo Town couldn't deliver. Her hometown was boring and dense. She shares the same opinion with her witch on that. Not to mention the fact that they both share an equal love for humans their nutrition. Cakes and ice cream are on Klarion's top list, but despite Teekl adoring both, there is nothing coming close to that level of satisfaction than the delicious taste of seafood for the feline.
   
Her figure slithered past the witch's leg, pressing the side of her face against his cold hands. The black-haired Witchboy rose an eyebrow, eyeing the cat who made herself clearly known by a symphony of purrs. "Teekl, you've just had dinner. Are you kidding me..?" He sighed with hearable annoyance in his voice. His black nails scratched behind the cat's ears as she looked up at him. The orange creature hopped fiercely onto his lap and stared at him with red shining eyes.
   
"Don't look at me like that. I've told you to cut it out with all that fish, it's becoming an obsession and I don't want you to get fat." He tilted his head at the same time as the cat, syncing her disapproval.
Despite the fact Klarion could've been a little right, which he certainly wasn't in Teekl's opinion.. it might've become a slight.. small obsession of the familiar to crave herself more seafood than in the past. But it wasn't like the Witchboy held himself back from attacking any bakery when he felt like admitting to his hunger either. A disapproving growl was heard as she didn't blink nor look away from the other.
  
"Fine." He started his answer. "But only if you can fetch me some stuff from uncle Jason first." Teekl blinked in confusion, watching the Witchboy reach for a book on a nearby shelf. It flew out of the dust-filled bookcase, directly into his right hand. With his left, Klarion ripped a paper out of it as if it wasn't some ancient fragment.
"Here. Go get this wand and we'll talk about that fish.. salmon.. tuna or whatever you want. Okay?"
  
The cat considered her options. Her eyes met the paper for several seconds before she meowed in approval to Klarion's proposal. If it would mean getting herself some good fish, it would certainly be worth it. Even if it would mean visiting the host of the hellish prince.
   
She took the paper in her mouth. Whiskers vibrating by her exhale as she jumped off Klarion's black trousers, leaving a couple of red hairs behind which he removed with another sigh. "Be back before the clock strikes midnight!" He called out after her as the cat left the room with her furry tail swinging behind her. She would be victorious for sure. That tuna was as good as earned.
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Jason Blood, or how Klarion would like to call him: uncle Jason, was not a guy to mess with. He'd been around since the age of Arthur and despite his old-opinion, didn't look like his age. After his mortal body'd been bound to the demon Etrigan it kept the same appearance. Not like Klarion's looks had altered a lot since that time either.
  
The cat wandered down the streets of Gotham, paper still in between her jaws as she confidently made her way down a couple of streets. It wasn't difficult to find Jason's apartment. For any magic user it somewhat radiated an atmosphere. One that told you to back the hell away, but for Klarion it was more of a pull-factor. The same went for Teekl. The demonologist had a lot of neat stuff they could have a lot of fun with. Sadly she couldn't bring more with her than the requested item. Being a cat didn't hold the benefit of carrying a big amount of stuff, yet a wand worked perfectly fine. She lifted her head up a little so that her eyes could meet the dark building. There were only two lights on but it seemed like one of those was from the reflection of the other. Teekl'd to tighten the paper in her mouth to make sure a sudden flow of wind wouldn't tear it out on accident. She really had to make sure she'd pick the right artifact because there wouldn't be a second chance. Uncle Jason would realize who'd entered and how to keep them out a next time.
   
Her figure made its way to a nearby trashcan. 'Lord,' it smelled so badly but to earn that tuna she had to climb it nevertheless. She swiftly jumped onto it with an audible gag. Her head aimed itself back for the window but even with her stable position, she was convinced it was up to high. 'Stupid human houses,' she muttered to herself before looking around for a better way to get closer. 'Ah.' A branch close enough for her to reach.