Exploring the very big city. That was basically how Emmet put it. It wasn’t a bad idea. In fact learning as much as you could when you were in a foreign place was the very opposite of a bad idea! He had thought to take a page out of his brother’s book and do the same.
So Ingo boarded the train and got off at a seemingly random stop (only seemingly because by now Ingo memorized all the stops) and took a walk. He honestly had no idea where he was going with this excursion. Back in Nimbasa City, Ingo seldom went out unless it was to a grocery store or that one shop in Anville Town that sold model trains. It was just that and the route from their house to the station. And he wasn’t Emmet. Ingo wasn’t the type to get distracted by any old thing and keep occupied by it for a good hour.
He briefly wondered if excursions were supposed to be this stressful.
Eventually, Ingo reached a long flight of stairs going downward which led to an open area— a park— and then beyond that were some roads and shops. Just as he was about to take the first step down, a heavy hand roughly pressed against his back, causing him to lunge forward.
The push was so sudden, too sudden to hold his ground, too sudden to even think about grabbing on to the neaby railing.
So he tumbled. He fell in probably the most undignified way. There was one instant where Ingo managed to get both on his feet on the concrete, but the momentum was too great and he continued falling.
At first glance he hadn’t thought of the stairway as incredibly tall, but as Ingo rolled down the steps the fall seemed unfairly long. Finally, after what felt like a minute of tripping over himself, Ingo hit the ground with a very loud THUD!
There was absolutely nothing to do as of late for the black feline. Rather, he didn’t do anything for who knew how long now. He would always paw around the apartment that was not even his, occasionally scratching at the curtains as only a cat would of course, but got scolded for doing such when his pseudo owner returned home that afternoon.
Ah yes, Souji was not very good at reprimanding the Cheshire cat for having clawed the curtains but that was perhaps because Souji had that fondness for cats. Either way, aside from those mundane instances, the black cat was growing tired of being housed for so long. True, he was a house cat. Ever since he was Alice’s own pet cat —- but, lately, he couldn’t help but have the undeniable need to roam about in a more open environment. That being said, he did just that — and ventured out that day.
For as long as he’d been here, Cheshire realized quickly that each and every day, not only did the events grow stranger but as did the people. And it was on this day, with that passing thought that the black cat came across a tumbling man, falling down a flight of stairs. He had seemed to stop at one point but quickly fell yet again and all the while, all the feline did was watch as the man tumbled down and down until he would eventually hit the bottom.
“…Cheshire will never understands humans.”
Mumbling to himself, the thought to help never even crossed his mind. Not because Cheshire was a mean little kitty cat exactly, but more so to the point that he thought as a cat would. Since he firmly believe himself to be exactly that despite his more human appearance. So, he waited until the man met his end at the bottom of the staircase and pawed over to him, prodding the now still man with a talon of his claws. He did this for awhile, prodding his side, his back, and whatever other area he wanted to really, wondering if the human male was even still alive.
“Cheshire does not think that the human is dead…is Cheshire wrong? Cheshire will keep poking the human until the human answers Cheshire.”