Meow we're here. (Belle/Open)

Oh, what's this?

What's this?

Oh my god. WHAT'S THIS??

The tiny little cat girl hid her ears beneath a black hood as she darted back and forth just outside of the airport. There were SO MANY THINGS to see! Vendors had set up little shops along the streets, selling everything from food to jewelry, and it was all just so SHINY and NEW! If she were allowed to have her tail free, it would be waving through the air like a flag. But no. Angel said that was bad... Bad, Belle, bad!

She was almost out of hearing range, one pocket already full of things she didn't actually realize that she had, and she had a new ring on one of her fingers. But look! It fit! Rings never fit her teeny tiny fingers. She was just so excited to be here, somewhere so completely different than all of the tiny hellholes she and her cousin had visited since leaving America. Nagasaki was a CITY. A real CITY.

Then, he called her back. She didn't want to go, but... She began to slowly weave her way back, slipping in and out of the crowds without making a noise. She was pouting, her lips pulled down and eyes downcast. She didn't WANT to go sight-seeing. That was BORING. She wanted to...

"SHINY!"

She popped up behind him rather suddenly, having jolted forward the moment she heard that. Only a few short seconds had passed since he called to her, but it was long enough for her to end up right at his side. She jumped up, using all the strength she had in her little legs, to reach his shoulders. Arms wrapped around them and she used him to keep herself over a foot above where her head normally was.

"You promise, Gelly? You promise, promise that we'll go look for shiny things?"

The moment he asked if she was going to "hang up there," her tiny legs wrapped around his waist and her arms tightened around his shoulders. She didn't look young, not child-like, but she did look extremely... small. And he was so much bigger than her!

"Piggy-back!" she demanded, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck and taking a deep breath. Here, surrounded by new things, Angel was her security. He was the only thing that she knew, REALLY knew, and most definitely the only thing that she trusted.

Her fingers lightly looped into his white hair and she turned his head, careful not to use any of her force, towards the right. She had gone left the moment she had been free of the foul little airport with its boring boringness, so she already knew what was down that way. The right was a brand new adventure, somewhere to explore! She made a little squeaking noise and said, rather loudly, "THAT WAY! MUSH, MUSH!" Complete with two little squeezes of her legs.

He turned to go right and she made a little squeak of approval, loosening her grip on his hair and looking around. Unlike Angel, however, she didn't care about the silly technology or any of the culture. She knew it was different here: that much was obvious by the sheer amount of people wandering around. She just... didn't care. Not about Japan as a place. It was just another kingdom to be captured, as far as she was concerned. Or, Queendom. It was, after all, run by a woman.

Belle made soft noises of approval as they wandered about, staring at the shiny objects. There were plenty of vendors selling jewelry or other objects of desire, but wrapped so tightly around her cousin, it would be difficult for her to grab idly at all of the things and take them with her. It was one of the reasons she had demanded a piggy-back ride. Otherwise, they might get in some kind of trouble.

There was, however, a clown standing nearby, just a little ways away from the street. A few children were gathered around him as he made little balloon animals. They were brightly colored and he moved his hands with practice to shape them into something recognizable. How cool was that?

She was gone, then. He would know only by the loss of her weight. She had untangled herself from him and launched herself through the crowd before he really had time to react. If he looked around, it would probably be difficult to find her. He was, after all, distracted.

It was only a second later and Belle was in front of the clown, ooh-ing and ahh-ing along with the little kiddies. She clapped her hands and giggled as he handed a little puppy-balloon to one of the kids and he and his friends ran off to their parents.

"ANGEL!" she called. "Gelly gelly gelly GEEEEEELLY! I WANT ONE! Can I have one?"

She was immediately gone from Angel's side as he gave her permission, seeming to appear right in front of the clown. Her hands were clasped tight together and pressed into the hallow of her neck, just where her clavicle met. Wide blue eyes gazed up at the startled man, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. Most people didn't get so close to him... He cleared his throat and tried to smile.

"A-and what would you li--"

"KITTY! MEOW!"

She bounced up onto her toes, fighting the urge to show him her tail and ears. Maybe if he saw them, he'd understand. She NEEDED to have a kitty. Not a puppy or a dolphin or any of the really cool shapes that he had been making. She needed a cat.

"Okay, okay," the clown said with a little chuckle, grabbing hold of a balloon the color of her hair. He began to blow it up, filling it with air before beginning to twist it into the proper shape. "And what is your name?"

"I am BELLE. Of clan MEOW!"

As Angel spoke, his cousin looked absolutely indignant. She gave a stomp of her foot as he corrected her, telling her that she wasn't a cat. Of all people! He knew that her ears and tail existed just beneath the fabric of her clothes, and that she had worked so very hard to look exactly as she wanted. She seemed absolutely oblivious to the fact that he might be trying to hide their name. After all, that wasn't something that often occurred to her.

Before she could speak again, the clown gave her a pitying look. She must have been... "special." Yeah, that made sense. He handed her the little balloon kitty and she squealed in delight, hurrying to hide slightly behind Angel's back. She began to move the little balloon animal as if it were real, making soft kitty noises.

"No charge," the clown told him. His thoughts were evident upon his face: he thought the boy to be a saint. Obviously, he was taking care of his sister or friend or something, making sure she could still live a life despite her... disabilities. "Just glad I could make her smile."

The second he asked if she wanted to keep moving, she was gone, bouncing off. She hadn't disappeared into the crowd like she easily could have, but clung to the little balloon animal as she bounded along. She was humming to herself, expecting Angel to catch up to her, eventually.

"So when do we have to meet the pretty pretty Princely type?"

She pouted slightly at Angel but didn't argue with him. He usually knew what was best, so she often went blindly along with whatever he said they should do. "Fiiiiiiine," she whined.

Belle turned down a random street, having nowhere to go and no real thought on her mind. She was just happy that she had a kitty cat.