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naturepointstheway · 2 years

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tugger pretending to be a celeb (healthcare prompts, 8), but misto's not fooled lol

Going anthro/human AU here. Mix of Zurich!Misto and 1998!Misto. He isn't mute in this version.

Mistoffelees considered this Christmas-y dance show around the wards of the local hospital a roaring success. The kids loved his enthusiastic dancing, the old people were moved by his dance to an old nostalgic carol, and this ward had an enthusiastic bunch of patients too--well, perhaps a little overenthusiastic on one patient's part with his whooping whenever Misto did his conjuring turns. A pointed glare in his direction did not work, nor did pointedly not looking in his direction work either. It was all Misto could do to ignore him and not sigh out aloud in exasperation. He came here to entertain, not to be annoyed by some overly enthusiastic twenty-something who kept cheering whenever Misto so much as pointed a freaking toe.

To be fair, Mistoffelees had to remind himself at one point, maybe he might've been high on meds.

Yeah that has to be it. Totally meds.

Mistoffelees was deep in conversation with Victoria when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He flinched away from the unwanted contact and whirled around to see who it was--

Oh great. Just fantastic.

"Sooo," the overenthusiastic young man drawled with a grin and hands on hips. "What's your name again?"

"Mistoffelees."

Mistoffelees began to turn around when the annoying dude who wouldn't leave him alone tapped him on the shoulder again.

"Hey!" Mistoffelees snapped, a little louder than intended, "I don't like being touched."

A flash of hurt in the patient's eyes and he lowered his hand back down.

"Okay, sorry, didn't mean to upset you. So...Mistoffelees?"

"Yes."

"Can I call you Misto?"

"No. I haven't seen you before in my life, therefore no. Only friends can call me that."

"Oh okay. So uh...are you gonna ask me my name?" Here, the patient grinned what he clearly imagined to be a smile that would charm the pants off Mistoffelees.

Well, it wasn't working. But it was clear even to Mistoffelees that he wasn't budging any time soon--though maybe if he asked his name, he might actually leave him alone. It was worth a try anyway.

"Fine. Your name is...?"

The taller man puffed out his chest. "Terrence Mann."

Mistoffelees looked him up and down and folded his arms.

"I really don't think your name is Terrence Mann."

"Ah, my bad, of course," the patient said, before clearing his throat and throwing a wink at Mistoffelees. "It's really John Partridge."

Mistoffelees narrowed his eyes, not fooled. "Really?"

"Nah, I'm just joking," and the youth threw back his head with a laugh like this was the most hilarious thing in the whole goddamn Milky Way Galaxy.

Mistoffelees rolled his eyes. "No, you had me completely fooled."

"Ooh, really?"

"No."

"Time to 'fess up then, Mistoffelees." He primped himself up, brushing back his ears and puffing out his chest again, looking the prince of handsomeness. "My real name? It's The Rum Tum Tugger."

Mistoffelees arched an eyebrow. "The Rum Tum Tugger?"

"Aaah! So you have heard of me! Yes, I am the one and only, the Rum Tum Tugger!" Tugger bowed dramatically. "And I am honoured to be graced by the presence of the one and only Magical Mister Mistoffelees."

A long, awkward silence followed this before Mistoffelees sighed, really eager to pack up for home now.

"I only did thirty spins in a row. I can do that any time."

"Only thirty? Only?!" Tugger gaped, looking like he'd heard the world's most astounding fact. "You mean, you can do more?"

"In my sleep."

Tugger whistled low. "Whoa."

Mistoffelees really, really couldn't wait to get home again.

#long post #cats the musical #Mr Mistoffelees #Mistoffelees #Rum Tum Tugger #the Rum Tum Tugger #Tugger is a himbo

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