[ Sneaking into Cat territory was as easy as breathing with how often Roche has to sneak out of it before dawn. The hard part was actually going out of his way to keep quiet rather than shouting a hearty good night once he was around the corner, something that was proving rather difficult with all the junk strewn around his favored exit points. Recent events remind him that it's just leftover garbage from the yearly spring festival folks throw in Lower Junon to signify the start of the fishing season (or what little one they're permitted to have courtesy of the bucketheads and those who bark orders, but despite that he still can't help the way his nose wrinkles as his foot knocks into an empty beer bottle that rolls and bounces down the alleyway. On one hand it's not enough to wake the Cats — not at four in the morning, anyway. On the other... C'mon, guys. Parties or not this was the nice part of town!
He ignores it for now since the Cats weren't his Gnoles and thus wasn't his circus to deal with as he hefts himself up and onto a low wall, arms outstretched for balance as he makes his way along the top towards where their king sleeps. It's a little surreal going about this entire thing backwards yet he can't deny the rush he feels in his heart — if anyone catches him there'd be hell to pay even if he was a king in his own right, and maybe that's all the reason they'd need to bust out the claws. They could take it as an attempted hit on their boss even though there was an alliance of sorts, and then what? Gods, that'd be a fucking disaster and Roche can already hear Marcel ripping him a new one for it. Assuming they were able to A) catch him, and B) prove it was him skulking about.
Roche nearly whiffs the crossing from the first wall to the next, only just barely managing to catch himself on the fire escape that leads up the side of the wall and good thing, too. One wrong slip and he'd have wound up crashing into the old metal garbage can that has seen its fair share of beatings, and that would've woken everyone up for sure. Exhaling in relief, Roche shakes it off and scurries up the escape where he has to shimmy up the heavy drainage gutter connecting to the roof, only stopping halfway when he reaches Red's window. ]
Psst. Red. Red. Red—
[ Roche shifts and drums his fingers against the glass, a short tap tap at first. Then when there's no answer, he taps a little harder. Taptaptaptaptaptap— ]
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He ignores it for now since the Cats weren't his Gnoles and thus wasn't his circus to deal with as he hefts himself up and onto a low wall, arms outstretched for balance as he makes his way along the top towards where their king sleeps. It's a little surreal going about this entire thing backwards yet he can't deny the rush he feels in his heart — if anyone catches him there'd be hell to pay even if he was a king in his own right, and maybe that's all the reason they'd need to bust out the claws. They could take it as an attempted hit on their boss even though there was an alliance of sorts, and then what? Gods, that'd be a fucking disaster and Roche can already hear Marcel ripping him a new one for it. Assuming they were able to A) catch him, and B) prove it was him skulking about.
Roche nearly whiffs the crossing from the first wall to the next, only just barely managing to catch himself on the fire escape that leads up the side of the wall and good thing, too. One wrong slip and he'd have wound up crashing into the old metal garbage can that has seen its fair share of beatings, and that would've woken everyone up for sure. Exhaling in relief, Roche shakes it off and scurries up the escape where he has to shimmy up the heavy drainage gutter connecting to the roof, only stopping halfway when he reaches Red's window. ]
Psst. Red. Red. Red—
[ Roche shifts and drums his fingers against the glass, a short tap tap at first. Then when there's no answer, he taps a little harder. Taptaptaptaptaptap— ]
Wakey wakey!