Joseph Clark sat just across the street from the community center, wondering why he hadn't worked out this part of the plan [i]before[/i] getting there. It was pretty cold out here, even [i]with[/i] the fur covering his body, so he kind of wanted to get inside quickly, but he had another goal which meant he couldn't just strut over and open it with his aura. What was this goal, you ask? Well, it was one of those goals worthy of respect and admiration, an ambition that no one could fault, for deep down, everyone knows that they too long to achieve such a thing...

He wanted to screw with them.

The plan was simple. Go in, act just like your average, non-sapient stray cat, and sit on one of the seats that someone else would want, like one near the snack table. Then he'd wait for someone to try and take it, and when they try to shoo him away or put him on the floor or whatever, he'd tell them to piss off, and maybe go on a little rant about how he had [i]just[/i] as much of a right to be there as any of the others. Hell, maybe he'd call them speciest or something, just to round it out.

Oh, god damn it! Another person had just walked in while he was lost in thoughts again! This was why he was still out here in the cold, because he couldn't use his aura or he'd ruin the surprise, but cats are [i]too frackin' weak to open doors![/i] All he could do was wait for someone else to do it and sprint through before it could swing closed.

As he narrated the situation in his head, because that's just something you end up doing when you don't feel safe enough to talk to another human being for a little over two years, another person approached the building, some redhead who looked like he was currently hating everything about life. This time though, Josephwas ready, and by the time the guy was pushing open the door, he had already dashed across the road and into the warmth. Now that he was inside, he suppressed the urge to shout with joy, because damn it, he was [i]not[/i] going to ruin the plan now that he'd finally made it past step one!

Instead, he distracted himself by looking around the room. It was nice. Nothing special, but nice... Essentially, it was exactly how he remembered it from way back in the day. Hell, even the snack table was still there, and sadly, as he'd suspected, there was a distinct [i]lack[/i] of the whiskey he'd requested.

And there was Eri.

Honestly, he almost broke character and said something right then and there, just because... Well, it was the first time he'd seen [i]anyone[/i] he would've called a friend since his death. The fact that no one else from those days seemed to be at the meeting only served to make it even harder not to.

However, after a mere moment, he forced the instinct down, because he'd spent a little over a month planning this reveal, so damn it, it was gonna be a [i]good[/i] one!

Still, the sheer relief and happiness was a little too much to fully suppress, so he made do by approaching her and softly nudging her shin with his head in that way that only cats can, before heading over to the chair he'd targeted, which just so happened to be the closest to the snack table, and jumped up on to it. After a moment of maneuvering himself into a good position, he curled up and lay down, keeping an eye on the rest of the rooms inhabitants as he rested.

Yes, he was approaching the most crucial part of his master plan, but it couldn't hurt to take advantage of the warmth and get a little comfortable, right?