❰ lalli, meanwhile, had also beelined for the desk, if only because it seemed to be where everyone was trading in these terrible chilly white dresses for things they seemed more comfortable in. it occurs to him that he'd be trading for his actual clothes (and other belongings) once he sees a familiar orange-and-white cat peering urgently from inside a carrier behind the desk, but his attempt to step behind the desk to collect her and the adjacent pile of hazily familiar objects is met with scolding and a request that he return to the line with the rest of the people waiting for their things.
his head ducks down between his shoulders, and he sidles off to the side enough that they'll leave him be. his eyes shift to the line (it's long, so long), then to the cat now rubbing urgently on the bars of the carrier and yowling a plaintive yowl. and honestly, lalli's about to make a second attempt when a woman storms up to front of the line and starts making demands.
lalli seizes the opportunity, skittering past the harried receptionist on quick, light steps to snatch the bundle of belongings under one arm while the other hand opens the carrier to snag the cat with the other. (it gets halfway through another very attention-grabbing yowl before he interrupts with a scolding fssst and skitters that much faster.)
he doesn't make it far, ducking just around the corner - still visible from most of the waiting room seating, even if not from the desk - before setting down everything in his arms and hastily changing into his clothes much like the demanding stranger seems to be doing. his hood is quickly pulled up over his head, arms crossing under his chest as he surveys the rest of his belongings with the vague but obvious unease of someone who doesn't 100% recall ever having owned them. ❱
Mrr, ❰ he exhales, palms lifting to press on the sides of his head in irritation. ❱
april 3rd - if this isn't enough for ikrie to give a fuck about i can do better
his head ducks down between his shoulders, and he sidles off to the side enough that they'll leave him be. his eyes shift to the line (it's long, so long), then to the cat now rubbing urgently on the bars of the carrier and yowling a plaintive yowl. and honestly, lalli's about to make a second attempt when a woman storms up to front of the line and starts making demands.
lalli seizes the opportunity, skittering past the harried receptionist on quick, light steps to snatch the bundle of belongings under one arm while the other hand opens the carrier to snag the cat with the other. (it gets halfway through another very attention-grabbing yowl before he interrupts with a scolding fssst and skitters that much faster.)
he doesn't make it far, ducking just around the corner - still visible from most of the waiting room seating, even if not from the desk - before setting down everything in his arms and hastily changing into his clothes much like the demanding stranger seems to be doing. his hood is quickly pulled up over his head, arms crossing under his chest as he surveys the rest of his belongings with the vague but obvious unease of someone who doesn't 100% recall ever having owned them. ❱
Mrr, ❰ he exhales, palms lifting to press on the sides of his head in irritation. ❱