Jase grinned and nodded. “Alright then. I can wait.” He said, his tail swishing. “Anything I can help with since I’m here?” He asked. Since she was going to feed him, the neko would be more than happy to be of assistance.
Alice shook her head “Oh no, it’s fine” She made her way to her flowers and transferred them from their pots to the ground “To be honest, I’d rather do this myself. I have won prizes with these flowers, you know!”
"Well, sounds like a place I can have a lot of fun~" He said, grinning. At that point, though, his stomach growled, loudly. "Er… You wouldn’t happen to have anything to eat, would you?"
Alice giggled a bit at the sound of Jase’s stomach “Well you’re lucky I always cook big meals” she smiled, deciding that he’s probably fairly trust worthy “But you’ll have to wait until I’m done here and after I’ve cleaned up”
"Heh, not my areas of expertise either." Jase said, laughing a little. "So, what sort of fun things are there to do in this world?" He asked, his tail twitching at the end.
"Oh all kinds of things!" she smiled "Depends on what you like. Like thrills or learning or exploring or just enjoying music and stuff like that. Humans really spend a lot of their efforts on keeping themselves entertained"
"Ah, hell." Jase said, nodding. "Is it really hot and fiery like those religious books all say it is?" He asked, tilting his head. "Though, I wonder if the hell you come from and the hell that’s connected to my world are the same."
"Some parts of Hell are. It depends on where you go. Hell is a very big place" she smiled "And I have no idea" Alice shrugged "I’m not an expert on the realms and geography of Hell"
"Ears and tails like mine?" Jase asked, blinking. "There are many others, yes, but not everyone. There are also quite a few people with wings and tails like yours." He said, grinning. This caused him to pause. "Maybe I DID end up back home, but it a part of the world where nekomata are unheard of?"
Alice looked at Jase a bit skeptically “I kind of doubt that. I’m not really from around here. I just moved to this world cause it’s quieter” she smiled sheepishly “I’m originally from Hell and the world we are now in is called Earth” the succubus explained.
Jase grinned. “Nice to meet you, Alice.” He said, blinking at the mention of dahlias. “Daliahs? What are…?” He paused and turned to look at the flowers. “Ah… Er… I don’t really have much control of where I get spat out.” He said, turning back to her and sighing. “Not much control on how it spits me out either. As for what I am, in my world, I’m called a ‘nekomata’.”
Alice blinked and nodded “Does everyone have ears and tails like yours in your world?” as she asked this, she realized that she forgot to hide her own demon features. She tried to hide her wings and tail a bit but she knew it was too late now.
His attention snapped to the pink-haired woman with the gardening trowel. “Uh… Sorry for dropping in?” He said, gulping a little. “Oh, right, introductions.” He cleared his throat. “I’m Jase. Jason Taggart.” He introduced, smiling. “As you could probably guess, I’m from another world. What’s your name?”
Alice didn’t answer quiet yet. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected the stranger, noticing the ears and tail. She’s never seen anyone quite like him before. But he seemed quite nice. The succubus smiled hesitantly “My name is Alice Carys. And errr…” she glanced over him to check on her flowers “You’re very lucky you didn’t land on my dahlias” the woman smiled a bit wider now though she still looked a bit confused. “Umm… What are you?”
A portal opened up and Jase was dropped out of it onto his head. He groaned as he lay there for several minutes. “When will I learn to put my hands up when I get spat out?” He grumbled, slowly getting up to a seated position. “Now… Where did I end up?”
Alice was gardening peacefully at the time, happily tending to her precious dahlias when a portal opened above her. The succubus’ eyes widened at the sight and quickly scrambled away. She let out a loud scream when the man fell out of the portal. It took her a few moments to wipe the shocked look of her face and ventured closer. She poked him once with her hand trowel. With a gasp she scrambled back when he sat up. “Who are you?” she asked, holding her trowel firmly as if it could actually form an improvised weapon.
Nope, won’t do. I need to know who you are. I’m not taking any risks!