Bargain Buys: Best Friends! :: Afternoon [Brittie]

It isn't really hard to trigger Brittany's attention and interest, but if there's one thing that does it better than most, this is: cats. The cutesy flavor stands out to her before anything else, but that's not to say any other animal doesn't have their own appeal. Otherwise, she wouldn't have a bird (and an owl, of all kinds!) as a companion once she gets home. Bernie (as she tenderly nicknamed Bernard, or rather, Bernadette) was lovely, but cats? Oh, those bring up some memories... Enough nostalgia for Wilson to stray from her way a bit just to give the animal a bit of attention.

"Awwwww, is that your cat? Can I pet it a bit?" Naturally the girl didn't wait a bit for the stranger to vocalize a response and therefore she bend over near the feline, her hand running through its soft hair from its head down to his torso. The way she smiled, it was clear she was having fun with petting a cat. "You're such a cute, lovely cat, has anyone said that? No? Because you are! Oh yes, you are" Brittany would go on, this time with a much sillier voice tone talking to the little animal she assumed to be under this stranger's guard, because well, it had a collar on it. And the lady was near it. Simple math, 2 and 2 together. "What's his name?"

"Is that your name, little one? Murphy? Of course it is! Who's my goody-goody kitty? Who's it? It's you!" She said, still mesmerized by the little animal, now running her fingers in a careful, tender scratch at the hair under his jaw. "I never had a cat before...but this one has an owner, doesn't he...?" Her eyes were a bit melancholic, just like her tone. Of course she wasn't oblivious to the collar on his neck, and the little name written on it. This, of course, meant he was taken. Too bad; she could take him home otherwise. Not sure how Bernie would take it, though. After all, Bernie is a bird. Murphy is a cat. Logical reasoning. "Do you have one?"

Instinctively, Brittany sat down when Batilde made room for her to do so, even though she seemed quite absorbed with dedicating some time to pamper the feline. It was a good thing Bernadette wasn't around, or else she might get jealous of such attention she delivered to the cat. "Aw...an address...So you have people waiting for you, little guy? Want to meet them again, hm?" It was clear to Batilde the realization the "little guy", how Brittany called him, had a family was a let down. It's not like the girl was instantly on a bad mood even though her face assumed an expression that could be taken as a slight disappointment, she simply hoped she could take him home and keep him. As for Bernie, she would definitely manage if it were the case. "Oh, you're from France? That's, like, sooo rad! I mean, everything fashion-related comes from France first! Paris is such a dream, right? At least from the pictures I saw. There's this girl I work with who has been there before, because she scored a great deal there, and she tells us so much about her time in Paris. The night life must be, like, amazing, right? Party hard all the way, girl!" She said, while carefully and tenderly scratching Murphy behind his ears. "Do you know french is the language of love, Murphy? Do you? Of course you do, you're the prettiest cat in the world!" ...and then she quickly returned to the small unilateral dialogue with Murphy, of course making the cutesy silly tone whenever she decided to address to him.

"Of course! Would you let him on the streets? That's, like, so cruel... So cruel to such a cutie like you, Mr. Murphy!" She replied even told she wasn't really looking at Batilde at the moment, the last sentence of course addressed to the cat with a different tone in her voice, as usual. Too bad he had an owner already. On the other hand, Brittany was not used to run into stray animals, or she would take them home without a second thought. This could be both good (for them) and bad (for her, financially speaking). "Oh...it's alright. That's probably because you know Paris too well and for a long time. When you are so used to certain things, they become not special anymore, right? Besides, like, not everyone enjoy night life. I do, however, but it's not like I have so much time for it anyway. It's like they say, bills don't get paid on their own, right?" She looked back to Batilde, her humorous banter causing her to chuckle a bit. "You know what I like? The french accent! Actually, any foreign accent is so cute! It's cool to see people from other countries trying to adapt to our country like that. Was it too hard for you? I mean, the whole thing with adapting and coming from France..."

"Aw, lucky you! You know, I have a bird as a pet and he rarely stays at home, unless he, like, wants to sleep or eat. Then again, I can't stay at home with him all day because, you know, stuff like studying and working. So I leave the windows open. I guess birds need that kind of freedom, right?" It made sense for her to do that, for Bernie's sake, although it could also mean her apartment was also an easy prey for robbery. The thought never crossed her mind. "Ooooh! You've been to a lot of places then, how neat! I've lived my whole life here in Endymion. Funny, right? I wish I could travel around. But Endymion has a lot of things for me already, and it's not like I can leave Bernie alone. Not sure he'd like the trip, anyway" She placed Murphy on her lap, holding his two forelegs and moving them like he was her puppet, while at the same time she was making all kinds of faces...almost as if she was handling a baby and expecting him to laugh or demonstrate any kind of positive emotion towards her silly act. Therefore, she was a bit oblivious to Batilde's display of awkwardness. "I'm sure you're doing well! There's nothing us, people, can't handle with a bit of effort, right?"

Brittany stopped playing around with Murphy, as if something had really hit her, as much as she stared into space while swallowing the new insight Batilde provided her. It was enough time for Murphy to release himself from her grasp and vanish from sight, which was truly a pity. "I...never thought about it. But...my apartment is on a high floor, I doubt someone would actually reach it from outside" Or at least, that's what she'd like to believe. There's Bernie who could also serve as a guardian of the sanctity of their home in her absence. She could be a ferocious demon when threatened. "Anyway, no, Murphy didn't hurt me. But now I'm worried... Like, where did he wander off to? There are people out there who are truly cruel to lone animals..." She said, rubbing one elbow as a sign of uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn't have played so much with him to begin with. That's likely the reason why he vanished, but it's not like Brittany could foresee it. The girl clearly had little contact with cats and she was too elated by the possibility of interacting with one. Perhaps more than she should... "Oh, mine is Brittany. You can call me Brit or Bee, though, if it makes it easier for you", the girl said with a smile. "Hm, I think I am? I don't really have anything better to do. I mean, I had, but...nevermind that!"

Brittany was still feeling a bit down because of Murphy's sudden rejection, but once Batilde mentioned shopping together, her eyes sported a different kind of gleam. A cheerful gleam. "Oh my Gosh, I'd so totally love to! But you see, I'm a bit short on money lately as I haven't gotten many opportunities in my work... Ah, you know what? I have some savings! And I need a new pair of high heels anyway. Mine is, like, getting old pretty soon, I guess I wear it too much?" She chuckled a bit, trying to sound humorous. Batilde's invitation was pretty...random, to begin with, but Brittany didn't even consider it too much. The girl must be lonely, specially since she's a foreign, and probably trying to make friends with someone. Luckily for her, she just found one in Brittany.