Kazuhira Miller (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hellburger) wrote2016-01-19 09:40 pm
hellburger) wrote2016-01-19 09:40 pm
Revenge on the 'Fat Doctor'
A cat demon and a blond man in military fatigues are picking their way through the winding streets of the Nexus Commercial District. The buildings and infrastructure are still festooned with ice and snow, partly from whatever passes for winter in the Nexus, partly -- Miller suspects -- the work of that spirit, North.
One of the (admittedly many) perks of the demon body seems to be a better tolerance for the cold. He glances back at his real body to make sure it's not getting frost-bitten before revisiting Dr. Hill's business card. He brings it to his nose and gives it a long sniff. Some kind of aftershave, notes of tea. God, he'll gladly keep this nose if he can. What an asset.
"Smell's getting stronger. We should be close?" The two tails swirl in slow, deliberate circles.
"How're you holding up, Neko-chan?" he calls over his shoulder.
One of the (admittedly many) perks of the demon body seems to be a better tolerance for the cold. He glances back at his real body to make sure it's not getting frost-bitten before revisiting Dr. Hill's business card. He brings it to his nose and gives it a long sniff. Some kind of aftershave, notes of tea. God, he'll gladly keep this nose if he can. What an asset.
"Smell's getting stronger. We should be close?" The two tails swirl in slow, deliberate circles.
"How're you holding up, Neko-chan?" he calls over his shoulder.