That sounds like a pretty good idea. If he had any.
In fact, just yesterday he ravaged and devoured all the leftovers of the last blowout his brother planned.
However, his brain did have a point. He needed to indulge; he needed to relax.
Thanks, man. He reached up and petted his skull gently.
He yanked his comforter off, untangling his legs in the process. He allowed his paws to dangle precariously off his bed, before hopping to the floor. A extravagant groan rippled through him. He stretched outward, moving with perfect ease and grace on all fours, and padded toward his box- er, desk.
He clamored on top of it, a hefty sigh whooshing from his mouth. He tried to focus, knowing all too well he was teetering from basking in the glory of his usual laziness, or good old-fashioned fear. His head was still thudding with flashes of the dream. Their laughter still rumbled inside him, slowly swallowing his sense, leaving behind aching terror. The sweltering heat of his home and a itching sensation caused his fur to prickle.
Avoid thinking about it for now. Cheshire Cat comanded himself. Just read a book or something.
He snapped his fingers. He slipped into immersion of the average familiarity of just using plain magic. It was normal, and denfintely different from having your dreams interuptted by demons. An absolute. A large tome spluttered into being alongside a explosion of golden particles. The book thumped heavily in his open palms.
A toothy grin waxed across his skull. Gingerly turning the novel upside down, he began to read, scanning every page for any sign of comfort.
He fingered the edge of his current page, coming to a final decision. This was one of his favorites. He spoke it in a hoarse whisper, "What do you call a flying cat?" He paused appropriately before answering.
"ImPAWSible." He mumbled, producing a devious snicker. A roar of applause and cackles tickled in the corner of his mind.
"Hey... what's a cat's favorite TV show?" Cheshire Cat squeezed the squirming antipation in his claws.
"The evening mews!" He leaned aganist the imposing wall behind him.
He choose to keep going. "What do you call a cat caught by the Royal Guard?" He inquired, animating a shrug with a dumbfounded blink.
"A purrpatrator!" He hollered. His voice croaked, unable to do anymore.
Amist all his imaginative yelling, he suddenly froze. He cranned his neck, his ears flickering, tense as a taut string.
There it was. A hollow thump scrambling aganist wood. Everything dissolved as he twisted toward the door, the only entrance to his sanctuary. He appears to have a visitor.
The only visitor he had in two years.
*WHAT SHOULD HE DO?
*ANSWER THE DOOR *IGNORE IT
*THINK OF A PLAN *LIE TO THEM
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