As I watched the actions of the leopard-man, it was hard to keep a knowing smile from my features. How did this ... thing... happen to show up in front of my workplace? That must have been fate, because I don't' know why else I would have decided to work on this apparently fateful Sunday when I was so clearly graced with the presence of a divine being... That of the feline nature. He, too, was clearly pleased as he deposited his goods at my feet and waited for a response. As the contents spilled onto the wooden floor, he seemed to bristle with excitement at the discovery of several of the items. In a flurry of bones breaking, the man was in front of me once more. The first crack of the transformation made my hair stand on end, but something told me that was a sound I was going to get more, and more used to.

The items were clearly the source of his excitement, without a doubt. Namely, a pretty little black tube. Naturally I knew that this item was some kind of makeup that a woman might use due to the fact I had too many sisters, and had enough human experience around them. Him? Not so much. After stating the brief knowledge he had on the lipstick subject, the twisted up substance disappeared in his mouth. I couldn't stifle the snort of amusement I had in watching him devour the thing within seconds, leaving only a little color on his lips afterwards. Discarding the item over his shoulder, he looked positively pleased with this. Now, I wasn't going to tell him what to do with his prize, but I did find myself wondering what that would do to his digestive system later.

"I'll keep that in mind. I guess it's a delicacy wherever you're from, yeah?"

The words were mostly for myself at this point, considering I had pretty much ruled out that he was listening to what I said. That was particularly feline, wasn't it? I'm pretty sure any cat I had ever had, had the tendency to ignore every single word out of mine or anyone else's mouth. When he seemed capable of paying attention, I shrugged and leaned against the counter with my arms crossed over my chest as if I was contemplating how to explain sushi, and very, very quickly thought better of it.

"Yeah, there are oodles of meat outside just yours for the taking," I started to say, but suddenly, I had become an accessory for the taking. My hand, in his, was thrust around like a shark trying to eat it's prey. It didn't dawn on me until seconds later that this was his form of introduction, and it brought another fairly amused smile to the surface. "Pleasure, Tobi. My name is Davante." There was no attempt to tell him to shake someone's hand otherwise. Besides, maybe it would be a useful trick. He could probably shake someone's arm off with little intent.

I wish there was a drug or some form of essence that might give me the energy that this creature had the pleasure of. There was not enough caffeine, cocaine, methamphetamine, or mania in the world that might give me that kind of enthusiasm! Although highly amused, I walked a little slower behind him. The district was generally ripe with trash, but I had a better idea. On Sundays, there was often a farmers market by the end of the street where people could sell all kinds of produce. In some cases, people brought their home-grown steak or burgers; I guess commonly known as cattle or pigs. That had to be a failsafe, right? I pointed down the street, alerting Tobi of my intended target, regardless of the fact he could probably smell it anyway.

"When you can smell it, go for it. Unfortunately the meat is already dead, but hey. We can string it up and you can murder it again if you want."