Meow Meow

Tulip wore a uncharacteristic expression, to herself it feels unfamiliar, yet Lincoln immediately took notice. Her lips press together, and she glance at the sun that's setting.

Making her way around the bench, she takes a seat to the far right, and Lincoln took a seat to the left. Lincoln is smiling, seemingly not bothered at the gap between them that Tulip had created, no discomfort shown.

"It's beautiful, right?"

The boy deems, the words a whisper. Tulip who hadn't concentrated on his words almost missed it but heard his words. Picking at the skin of her thumb, Tulip fiddles feeling somewhat self-conscious.

"..yes."

Taking in the serene scenery, Tulip downcast gaze peers up, a sight she doesn't get to see this high up often. A memory then takes over, a memory of Tulip's first time seeing the sunset up a place this high. With Noah.

The memory was about to play until a meow is heard, Lincoln reacted to the sound. The memory fades away.

"Did you hear that?"

Tulip heard it too, the sound of a cat. Another is heard, a high-pitch yet faint meow. The two look at each other, getting up from the bench and following the sound.

Another one.

The sound is leading them to the grassy area behind the bench and a array of flowerpots that's placed before a bush that's decorated with worn down red buttons.

Lincoln looks around, Tulip does so too and takes a button, finding it peculiar and clever to impersonate a bush with by adorning it with ornaments. The two scavenge around, the cat didn't meow another time, and the bundle of bushes that's made of plastic is stubbornly stiff.

"The middle, I'll make way for you to reach your arm down."

Tulip nods finding it plausible. They set forth the plan and Lincoln seperate the plastic strands of bush with great strength and look down first before giving the clear.

"If something hurts you take your hand out, okay?"

Casting her gaze down, Tulip roll up the sleeve of her long sleeved top and ties up her long hair that might get in the way. Before descending down, she tells Lincoln that she's going in, her arm diving into the manmade bush.

How tedious that the bush is fake, made of plastic that hinder her way to search the inside. While Tulip tries her best to rummage the bush blindly with her arm, a cry is heard, the sound not down the bush but behind them.

Discerning the sound, Lincoln and Tulip turn around and ascertain where the sound came from. The cat must've moved, or they heard wrong.

Then, Tulip feels something soft rubbing against her legs. Looking down, she sees a ball that's unusually furry and ears?

"Lincoln."

Calling out to Lincoln who is still looking for the cat, he turns to her and follows her gaze and sees what had Tulip speak in a wary tone. Making his way to it and kneeling down, taking it in his hands.

"The cat."

"That's a cat?"

The white fur ball Tulip had thought to be an actual ball or some sort of toy is the cat they were looking for. It's so small, Tulip is surprised and slightly spooked, if she was in a playful mood, she could've kicked it like a ball.

The cat is carefully placed in Lincoln hands, its face burrowed. Lincoln laconic face let slip a smile that exudes warmth, he then looks at Tulip without another word gestures with his chin that points forward to pick up the jacket he left on the bench.

"Thanks. It looks like a newborn, they can't be bare like this."

Tulip hasn't looked into cat stuff, but it's common sense something so frail looking should be covered and warm. Agreeing, they wrap up the cat with his jacket.

The sun has almost completely set, so they make their way down the stairs. The cat is getting carried by Lincoln who securely holds the cat in his embrace. Not even paying attention to the steps ahead of him.

A unconscious smile lift up Tulip face watching Lincoln being so careful. She would to, but seeing someone else, Lincoln, doing that is oddly endearing. Once again they don't talk, taking their time going down the stairs in silence. However Tulip has a question she wanted to ask before the cat happened.

"Why do you go here?"

Tulip then utters the question amid the silence. Lincoln who was fixated on the cat slightly lifted his head then back down again.

"You could say it's my spot. No one comes here, a hidden area I can go to at anytime."

A hidden area he can go to at anytime.

"Times as in"

Lincoln head turns to Tulip, his eyes delay keeping watch of the cat that's tucked, somehow it looks like he's amused.

"Curious?"

Averting her gaze, Tulip avoids his stare that has her feeling on edge. Shifting her weight side to side as if that helps her feel more relaxed, or seem more relaxed.

"Not really."

"Okay."

His attention returning to the cat, Tulip stares at Lincoln face-slapped. Yeah, she said that she isn't really interested but normally people speak anyway.

Pulling a face that show her evident displeasure, Tulip doesn't ask again and instead have her eyes wander, wanting to look like she's not bothered.

Lincoln crouches down a gaping broken fence standing up on the other side then pulls up the thorny fence to have the trek easier on Tulip and her long tied up hair. The assistance is excessive. Apreciated, but excessive for Tulip sensitivity.