“Always looking for connections, aren’t you?”
“Yup,” he admitted. “Catwoman I think. Half woman, half cat. Another type of underling.”
“Sooo. You’re the Cat(man), then. The Red Dwarf Cat. Always womanizing, or the door’s always open to it.”
“I think I’m irresistible,” he admitted. “But I have my limits. Nose piercings! And that tongue!”
“So you said.” You should maybe like the tongue, I was thinking but didn’t say aloud. But maybe it was pierced too. He doesn’t like piercings. But then again, they’re *shiny*. Cat loves shiny things! We better move on.
“Sooo. What brought you *here*?”
“It’s right next door. THIS SIM.”
“I see you still have your primmy rose. Are you looking for love in this sim as well.”
“Always!” He sticks out his own tongue a bit here, I observed. Pierced as well — should’ve known.
I didn’t want to delay any longer. “Let’s go see the sign, then.”
—–
“Flickering,” he stated. “Half and half again. If I wasn’t standing a certain way I would have never seen the address.” Another potential love! Marcus Fox Smartville muses. He couldn’t help himself.
“1 blocked,” I also observed. “Interesting. But from the house they were in…” We moved over to the house.
“… plain as day.”
“Where are they now?” he asked, making me puzzled. “I mean, if they weren’t me — us.” My face was still squinched up. “*Pretend*,” he requested firmly.
“I — I.”
Sunklands 