MHA #6, Thursday Evening

[firstofitskind]

For Liam, the last two weeks had mostly involved trying to regain his sense of equilibrium. Things were... better, now. Not quite the same as they had been before his mother had visited, but getting there.

And tonight he and Verity were headed off to Baltimore. Not for a date night, no- tonight was a patrol night. (Though, okay, realistically, there was usually a stolen kiss or three, especially on slow nights where the cryptid population didn't seem to be up to much.)

Or rather, tonight was supposed to be a regular patrol night. Fandom, apparently, had other plans, as Liam found himself rather unceremoniously several feet shorter, four-legged, and furry.

Sorry, Verity, looks like your companion for this evening's rounds wasn't going to be capable of much in the way of conversation.

[ooc: establishy, but also open if the apartment residents want to react!]

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[firstofitskind]

"Mrrr," Liam informed her. Roughly translated, it was a comment about how adorable she was when she laughed. Even when it was at his expense.

[arboreal_priestess]

She leaned forward, booping his nose with hers. "So are we still going patrolling tonight?" she asked. "Or are we calling it on account of transformation and settling in to watch horror movies?"

[firstofitskind]

Liam's answer was a thoughtful chirp. He was fine with sticking (more or less) to their original plan. On the other hand, curling up on the couch here did sound awfully nice...

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity pulled up her phone and checked the weather. "Well, that answers that question," she said, showing him the app. "It's supposed to rain tonight and I don't think I'm ready for the fun adventures of transporting a wet cat around Baltimore."

[firstofitskind]

As far as arguments went, that one was pretty sound. Another chirp, this one in clear agreement, and Liam curled himself back up in Verity's lap.

Okay, so being a cat wasn't ideal, but there were certainly worse ways to spend an evening, that was for sure.

[arboreal_priestess]

"If you get scared and claw me, you're sleeping on the couch," Verity told him, starting to divest herself of the biggest and least comfortable weapons.

[firstofitskind]

And that statement was met with yet another affronted look. What was with all this character assassination, just because he couldn’t talk back?

[arboreal_priestess]

Punishment for the incipient lack of kisses and cuddles, dammit.

"Don't give me that face," she told him. "We're gonna watch that show about the haunted house and I hear it's scary as hell. Even for kitties."

[firstofitskind]

Hey now! There would still be those things... just in a vastly different form than usual, is all.

And scary or no, there would be no scratching. None. Thank you very much.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity liked the normal kind, especially after scary media!

"Comfortable?" she asked, with more of those nice ear scritches.

[firstofitskind]

Well... they’d just have to stretch out consumption of said scary media until such time as there could be proper cuddles. In the meantime, the answer to her question was a low rumbling purr.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Sounds good, babe," Verity said, relaxing back onto the couch and grabbing the remote. "Sounds good."