One Purpose Doesn't Always Cut It [C]

Asmodeus was stretched out on an old stone wall sunning himself. The black and white tom's eyes were closed, but his ears were pricked and alert for anything out of the ordinary. He took long, slow breaths through his nose to scent the air as well. If he ended up getting surprised, well he supposed it was his own fault. The lure of the sun was too much for him though. He'd eaten a solid breakfast and was content to snooze the better part of the day away where he was. His tail tip wiggled every now and then, but other than that he wasn't moving much. His mind almost went to dream land, an occasional thought running on longer than it should have and taking unexpected turns... but he'd rouse himself out of it with a foot movement. If he fell into a deep sleep, that could bring trouble for him.

It was just as his thoughts were beginning to drift off into a dream that he heard something out of the ordinary morning sounds. His eyes snapped open and his ear swiveled in the direction of the noise. Pawsteps? Not very quiet ones... so whoever was approaching wasn't here for violence. Asmodeus raised his head and yawned, revealing sharp pointy teeth before he blinked a few times sleepily. He would wait to see who was about to appear out of that brush around the corner before making any decisions. He pulled his body closer together and made sure his paws were firmly on the concrete beneath him, just in case.

Asmodeus wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he saw, for once, baffled him into silence and stillness. What was she dragging around? Then her expression on her face drew him in that much more. She was excited to see him... why? Asmodeus pressed his paws against the stone wall he was on and stood up, not sure if he was more curious than he was cautious just yet. She nosed her leaf open.... jeeze that was a big leaf.... and he watched as a Silver Doohicky rolled out of it. He smirked. A collector of odd things, apparently.

At the mention of a collar he actually chuckled. She was a weird one alright. He hopped off of the stone wall he was on and landed casually in front of her, eyeing the things on her leaf. "It's pretty hard to find something that wouldn't go well with black and white." He said playfully, shamelessly displaying his knowledge of fashion, even if it wasn't probably as broad or far-reaching as some of the pet cats he'd talked to. He considered the collars for a moment. He knew that having one could possibly potentially save his life if humans picked him up and took him to an adoption event. He'd been a pet himself once, for a time, but that had been only before his hormones as a teen began to kick in. After that he left his home and never looked back.

"So what are you wanting in exchange for these things?" It was very rare to meet cats that had a mindset like her's that weren't mothers. He scented the air again just to be sure, but she had no milk scent at all. "Does your business have a name, or you, for that matter? I'm Asmodeus. The only business of mine is wandering, wooing and causing general mayhem." He gave her a grin. His mismtached bright yellow and deep amber eyes watched her carefully, very curious as to how she'd react to his general demeanor. She, however, was already very interesting to him.