Everyone needs a little puss .... in boots

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Who:Puss in boots and Yuuko Ichihara
WhereThe kitchen
When: The evening of the 21st/morning of the 22nd
Rating: Pg
Summary: Puss needs food and Yuuko needs sake
the Story:

Yuuko Ichihara was annoyed, no, frustrated, no, she was furious. Her entire supply of sake had been depleted ... finally, and the mansion seemed to have decided that her room had reached a point where it needed to learn the meaning of the word prohibition. Besides that she had a strong sense of unease.

The duchess had spoken, that was the start of it. She had spoken words that seemed to mean one very serious thing. As much as she feigned uncaring, Yuuko disliked the events of this place more then most. It was one of her stronger reasons for keeping herself locked inside the attic as she did. This way she could be sure to harm no one; especially those he cared most about.

The duchess' words always hit the dimension witch harder then most. The duchess was a maiden mother. A woman without reason or rhyme, but who took those she could and tended to them. Things for the duchess were, quite hard in fact. Yuuko was aware of this quite strongly.

She could also take in the feelings of the mansion itself. It was unneeded, empty. It had no sense of purpose once it's use had ended. Here, she was unneeded too. She felt quite useless to be in such a place, and now wished more then ever that she could do something about that. But here wishes were merely that. There was no way to grant the things that required such a grand scale as she was used to. Here there really were no gods or witches. This was the thing that, after a year of being here, she had yet to adjust to. It wasn't something she could speak with Clow Reed about. It was something that she had to keep deep within herself. This was the real reason she was furious. The real reason he was to the brink of throwing something into the mirrors. She really was simply quite sick of it all.

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Tss. The Duchess, the madame or mother or whatever she cared to call herself: the mistress of the mansion. She hadn't even answered his request to ask her a simple question: one that would have been in her interests even! No, whatever weight her words held, Puss wasn't far concerned as of right the moment. His tummy-rumbles were far more alarming. A man of his stature and importance could not go starving! Kindly señor Reed had guided him to the kitchen on his very first day in this enormous house, and he had happily relieved a can of sardines of its contents, pink tongue licking the salty oil in which they were kept from his nose. But that had been just the one day, and tonight was another entirely. The new-found hunger had been kicked off by reading about someone's sudden desire for chicken.

Chicken quesadillas. Ohh..

A good man takes care of himself, said his mother over and over again when he was still a kitten - just look at his father, face-down in the litter - and it had stuck. Having hung his hat on a rack with aprons all too large for him, Puss was on the counter, doing his thing. The good thing about this place was that it seemed to have everything he might need in stock. It had been a simple matter to turn the oven on, fry himself some spicy chicken - but madre dios if the frying pan wasn't cast iron! - and then hunt through the pantries for corn, spinach, cheese.. all the good stuff. Rolling them up was the fun part, and with a pleased flick of his tail, the oven lamp clicked off to signal that it was ready.

Good game, Puss. Good game.

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One skirt covered leg made it's way into the kitchen after another. Not noticing the fur covered feline having his fun with the food. Her hair was, in fact, a mess, but the rest of her looked as elegant as ever. It was particularly difficult to spend one's time drinking away their life. Honestly, she could greatly use an ear and guidance; but Yuuko Ichihara never needed guidance, or so the world must think of her.
Sake, that was what she needed, sake to keep herself numb from all this ineffectualness. Even her charge didn't need her anymore. Quite the pride as a mother, but also a very lonely thing. Her ruby eyes closed lightly as she reached up for the top cupboard. It would hold what she needed no? Before she opened it however her eyes opened to cast upon a small pussycat .... in boots.

“Puss in boots?” She asked, astonished to see something, or someone she hadn't predicted. It was delightful in fact. In all this chaos that the residents were causing, everything that she'd already known and all the people who had already left her behind, there was something she hand NOT known would come to pass.