test... drive...?

[mewtation]

[ WHOEVER YOU ARE, wherever you sleep: there is a cat in your bed.

or. well. something that looks sort of like one...? if cats were four and a half feet tall and roughly humanoid. um. ]

Comments

[mewtation]

Dog owners... It will build character.

[shitstarter]

Tt. I am not just a dog owner. I own a cat, too. And a cow. And I will share my bed with my cat, and no other.

[ a beat, and he's fiddling with his neck chain ]

[mewtation]

[ opening both eyes and rolling over onto his back, paws (hands? there are definitely thumbs there) drawn up against his chest and pupils blown wide in a blatant attempt to look cute. for all Damian's comments about him being a stray he does look very sleek and well cared for. ]

Surely with so many you wouldn't mind one more?

[shitstarter]

[ . . . . . . do not

ugh

fuck ]

—that is for me to decide. It could be arranged, but you hardly give me reason to take you in. You intrude upon my house, take over my bed, have no manners. . . . You're hardly endearing.

[mewtation]

I am a cat.

[ "said" very much like that is a valid reason for all those things, but after a moment he continues ]

I'm also currently something of a fugitive, which means I that in most cases it is safer to ask forgiveness than to wait for permission.

[shitstarter]

Hmph. And why should I care about a fugitive? In fact, that just gives me more reason to turn you over to the proper authorities, doesn't it?

[mewtation]

You may attempt it, if you like.

[shitstarter]

. . .

Why are you a fugitive? If you're to stay here you owe me that much.

[mewtation]

[ squints his eyes shut ]

I would like to be a "person." If I let myself be recaptured, I would not be one.

[shitstarter]

What would you be if not a 'person'?

[mewtation]

[ matter-of-fact ]

A weapon.

[shitstarter]

. . . You just look like a big cat to me. Just what can you do, anyway?

[mewtation]

[ earflick ]

Take two steps forward. ...Carefully.

[ don't stub your toe on the barrier he's put up ]

[shitstarter]

[ takes a step, and then another, slow enough that he doesn't hurt himself - and he reaches out to touch the barrier. ]

A barrier?

[mewtation]

[ watches that, approving ]

Yes. And if you decide you don't wish me to stay, you won't remember that I was here. Those are some of the things I can do.

[shitstarter]

Tt.

Can't you do anything cool?

[ he's still a 12 year old ok ]

[mewtation]

[ approval is gone. putting his ears back ]

Would leveling the city be considered "cool" enough?

[shitstarter]

I'm not talking about destroying things. That's something a weapon does. And you aren't that, are you?

[mewtation]

[ ...

starts grooming one forearm '-' ]

Regardless of what else I become, I will always have a weapon's capabilities. What did you mean, then?

[shitstarter]

A barrier isn't a weapon. It's a shield, it's a protection.

[ leans on the barrier tbh ]

Can you levitate? Teleport? Tactile telekinesis?

[mewtation]

It is the manipulation of the atoms of the air, which can be used for more than shielding.

Yes, yes, and yes.

[shitstarter]

Flexible. Then it's more than just a weapon.

[ hummms ]

Do you like blankets?

[mewtation]

[ you have his attention. very seriously ]

I like most soft things.

[shitstarter]

[ pushes himself off the barrier, moving to one of the doors—a closet. a really fucking big closet. on one of the shelves is just, a million fucking blankets.

if he has so many blankets why does he not use any of them goddamn ]

[ feeling for the blankets for an appropriately soft one, and pulling it out—it's blue, microfiber, fuzzy ]

You're too big for me to share a bed with you, at that size. I'll have to ask Father for a bigger bed.

[mewtation]

[ streeeeetching and sitting up. he's definitely got the bipedal thing going on, and it looks like he's got grasping digits on his hind feet as well. ]

I can make myself fit, in the meantime. I don't need to take up that much space.