[There is a cat just quietly stalking about town. It's slick, lean takes it easily through the streets as it walks and curls about corners, sometimes just hanging its head from around a corner of a building and staring at ponies on the other side. It's behavior, while not entirely strange, still is different enough from being naturally cat-like that it could raise suspicion. It doesn't help that it has the markings of a wild cat, albeit a relatively small one.
To be fair, Sakaki isn't trying to stalk, but it's hard not to. She wishes she could patter, like a kitten, but pattering just isn't something she can make herself do, even now that she's a...cat. She can't believe that. Even more than being trapped in the world of adorable, talking colorful horses, the fact that she is a cat is the part that is weird to her. In a sense, it should be delightful. But really it's hard to enjoy, even though she's taken to the more acrobatic parts of being a cat with ease, demonstrated by how she easily jumps from a trashcan top to a windowsill as she continues her...'investigation' of the ponies.
Ponies. Talking ponies.
Talking, multi-colored ponies.
Talking, multi-colored ponies who live in cute little houses and have jobs and sing.
It would be easy, if one caught her, to mistake the look Sakaki is giving the ponies she's watching right now as a look of ferocity. Of sternness, befitting the wild cat she looks like.
In reality it's a look born of her glazed over mind as her brain melts into a happy stew as she tries to fully fathom what's happening. Obviously, she's dreaming, a very happy one, but maybe...maybe...
No. It'd be dumb to really think she's wandered into another world. She isn't a little kid anymore.
But still...
She leans closer off the windowsill, looking more and more at the ponies near her. Maybe...maybe she could just go and say hi? Could she do that? She's a cat after all, but they are ponies and they're talking so...so maybe...
And that's when she overextends herself as she cranes her neck over the windowsill and falls right onto the trashcan she had used to get up there, a metallic clang and kitty yowl resounding through the area so loudly it's impossible to ignore.
When anyone actually does bother to look in the direction of the noise, they'll see a wild-looking cat running frantically around in a circle near the trashcan it knocked over. Clearly the cat is mad or dangerous, and not just scared out of its wits at the fall and noise. Clearly.]
Sakaki | Azumanga Daioh
To be fair, Sakaki isn't trying to stalk, but it's hard not to. She wishes she could patter, like a kitten, but pattering just isn't something she can make herself do, even now that she's a...cat. She can't believe that. Even more than being trapped in the world of adorable, talking colorful horses, the fact that she is a cat is the part that is weird to her. In a sense, it should be delightful. But really it's hard to enjoy, even though she's taken to the more acrobatic parts of being a cat with ease, demonstrated by how she easily jumps from a trashcan top to a windowsill as she continues her...'investigation' of the ponies.
Ponies. Talking ponies.
Talking, multi-colored ponies.
Talking, multi-colored ponies who live in cute little houses and have jobs and sing.
It would be easy, if one caught her, to mistake the look Sakaki is giving the ponies she's watching right now as a look of ferocity. Of sternness, befitting the wild cat she looks like.
In reality it's a look born of her glazed over mind as her brain melts into a happy stew as she tries to fully fathom what's happening. Obviously, she's dreaming, a very happy one, but maybe...maybe...
No. It'd be dumb to really think she's wandered into another world. She isn't a little kid anymore.
But still...
She leans closer off the windowsill, looking more and more at the ponies near her. Maybe...maybe she could just go and say hi? Could she do that? She's a cat after all, but they are ponies and they're talking so...so maybe...
And that's when she overextends herself as she cranes her neck over the windowsill and falls right onto the trashcan she had used to get up there, a metallic clang and kitty yowl resounding through the area so loudly it's impossible to ignore.
When anyone actually does bother to look in the direction of the noise, they'll see a wild-looking cat running frantically around in a circle near the trashcan it knocked over. Clearly the cat is mad or dangerous, and not just scared out of its wits at the fall and noise. Clearly.]