Log // Catseye, Marius // Snacks

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Once more, Catseye saves the mansion. Or at least, saves a few of its inhabitants from becoming impromptu snacks for Marius. The usual in a catgirl's day!



Eyes narrowed, Catseye perched on the edge of the elaborate banister, peering down the hallway towards the main entrance of the kitchen. She could hear the voice muttering absently within - Marius, on his own. Foraging.

Oh so he thought.

Her tail swayed lazily from side to side as she listened attentively to the lone person in the kitchen, one ear flicking back now and then as though paying close attention to anyone who might be wandering to close by. Her eyes were fixed on a spot by the doorway though, head unmoving - in direct line with Marius, as the case were. Whiskers arched forward now and then, as though sensing the air carefully, every sense clearly bent to the task as hand.

Catseye watched. Catseye listened. Catseye followed, most patiently so.

And very attentively so, as well.

"Twenty five minutes and only four kilometers," Marius was muttering, rummaging in the back of the fridge for the Gatorade he had every right to expect it would provide. "Stamina's shot to shit, is what it is. Talk to Haroun, step up the therapy, she'll be right . .." He withdrew a bottle of tea, looked at it blankly for a moment. "What was I . . . wait, sport drink." He replaced it, resumed rumaging. He wondered why this particular shelf seemed oddly familiar until he realized he'd already checked it. No wonder he couldn't find the drink. He tried the next one down. Success.

Gatorade in hand, he slid around the door and let it close on its own. He twisted off the plastic top and took a deep drink, then started pacing. He was worn out, but not actually tired.In spite of the fact that the last kilometer had essentially been a cool-down, he didn't feel ready to stop moving yet.

"Push for more distance, or get my time up?" he wondered vaguely, swishing the contents of the bottle. "Decisions, decisions--hey!" His head snapped around as his eyes registered a flick of movement in his periphery, his attention drawn by a twitch of familiar lavender from the doorway.

"Cats!" Marius grinned, halting in his tracks. "Haven't seen you since last week's maulin'."

Narrowed, lavender eyes inspected him carefully, the smile on his face belying the basic body language she was reading - a flight or fight response she knew only too well having been through that moment herself, his marred only by the slight twitch of someone in a hyperactive state.

"Mrr." Her tail lashed once lazily and she flicked an ear at him idly, though her gaze was anything if casual.

"Missed you in Seattle," Marius continued. "Forge could've used a good bitin'. A riot, yeah, that's serious there, but he was -- sod--" A slightly too exuberant gesture slopped Gatorade on the tiles. Marius blinked at the spill, then flashed her a smile. He dropped into a crouch, an arm snaking out to grab one of the dishtowels from the counter on his way down. "Picture of coordination, eh? Dunno where my head is today. I -- wait." He frowned for a moment as the intrinsic impracticality of wiping up spilled liquid with one hand while the container responsible was held askew in the other came to him. Then he shook his head, laughing, and set the bottle aside. "Case in point," he said, and continued his clean-up.

Words notwithstanding, Catseye most certainly knew a challenge when she saw one. The slight twitch to his hands was a dead giveaway as to intent and she shifted her weight slightly, claws peeking through to give her a better grip should she need to move fast. She repressed a threatening growl however - this was herterritory after all (as a cat, most certainly so) and she wasn't about to react like some fool kitten hissing and fussing at any potential challenger. Despite the fact that his words utterly belied what his body was saying.

"What were you up to, then?" Marius finished mopping up and uncoiled from his crouch like a spring. He sidestepped to the sink, half-turning so he could rinse the towel without turning his back on her. "Find any more targets for scratching post? Not that the attention isn't flatterin', but I could do with a few less injuries from this place. You should try Kyle --wait. Forge told me you mess about with Kyle. Right. And him with that fast-healing bit, too. That works." He nodded vaguely, then remembered the towel in his hand. Marius shut off the faucet and wrung it out absently.

Catseye glare faded and she fell right out of her crouch, sitting down with a disbelieving look.

He truly had no clue. None whatsoever. With a faint hiss of annoyance, the type she usually reserved for Forge when he was up to something particularly stupid (especially for a genius) she shifted to human shape, matching Marius' height near perfectly.

And then bopped him upside the head. Soundly.

"Oi, ow!" Marius yelped, throwing his arms up to shield himself from further whacking. "All right, I take it back, I'm fine bein' your scratching post!"

Catseye, somehow, managed to loom over him at that, one claw tipped finger jabbing near his nose fiercely. "StupidMouthyBiteyBoy will go downstairs and make sure to get fedproperly! Now!" She straightened up, crossing her arms in a pose far too akin to Moira's for anyone's comfort, and scowled at him imperiously.

Marius half-dropped his arms at the sheer randomness of the demand. "What? I already had-- oh, the other kind of fed."  Now that she'd suggested it, he was due to see Moira in the next day or so anyway. He gave Catseye a lopsided smile. "Okay, if you insist. But there are less violent ways to ask me to lunch."

Another bop upside the head was delivered automatically this time, Catseye rolling her eyes at him as she accurately guessed he was being sassy with her. "Go! Go eat now or else Catseye will drag down there by the scruff of the neck!" He was utterly oblivious, no doubt about it, And he left Catseye with no doubt at all that he'd need serious watching until he figured himself out. Catseye, ever so briefly, wondered how badly she might have made a mess of things with her mutation, if she hadn't chanced to live it in every way possible instead while growing up.

She didn't envy Marius all that much, truth be told. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, another Moira thing which puzzled her to no end but certainly seemed to work as Marius waved his arms at her placatingly with what he likely thought was an endearing smile, even as he headed out of the kitchen. His footsteps echoed towards the stairwell leading downstairs, much to her satisfaction, though she allowed herself a exasperated sign while listening carefully to make sure he did as he'd been told.

"There. StupidMouthyBiteyBoy gets fed, and Catseye saves school once again," she purred to herself, as the footsteps faded away.

And this, she decided, eyeing the refrigerator with a meaningful look, most certainly meant a reward of salami was in order.