LOG: Marius and Catseye, Pop Quiz!
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xp_logsMarius learns to never, ever make unsubstantiated claims where Catseye might stumble across them.
In deference to the fact that he now had classes to attend, or at should be attending, Marius was trying to normalize his sleeping schedule . . . in a way. He still refused to sleep before three, but he'd begun to pepper the requisit eight hours of rest with a few hours of consciousness. He'd shower, collapse for a few hours, dutifully report to breakfast and class, and, if his schedule permitted, would be asleep again by lunch.
But now it was only a little past five in the morning, squarely in the middle of his guaranteed sleeping period, and Marius was blissfully unconscious. As usual, he'd kicked off most of the covers to sprawl, one arm flung out to his side and the other over his face. Currently, he was enjoying a perfectly normal dream that featured nothing more traumatic than Mr. Dayspring sending him to a drycleaners that inexplicably employed Haroun and Kyle.
Which meant, of course, that something was Bound To Happen.
Having read up on the journals at one point during the evening and being the self-appointed "Marius Watcher", Catseye felt it was her most solemn duty to, of course, make certain that any statements regarding "biting" and "under control" had to be tested.
Thoroughly, studiously so.
And when Catseye was intent on something, anyone would gladly have assured Marius that there would be no doubt she'd see it through to the end.
Thus, the leap from the top of the dresser to land on the bed's occupant, with a yowl of glee, was done entirely and only for Marius' own good.
The yowl cut straight through any sort of conscious thought and lodged itself in the bone-deep memory labeled "Threats to Life and Limb." Instinct and an ample helping of Sphincter-Clenching Terror propelled Marius into a sitting position -- or, at least, on his way there before he was slammed back into the pillow by the hurtling meteor of purple fur and claws that proceeded to use its momentum to nail his arm to his face, palm-out.
Shifting from cat to girl, Catseye straddled the flailing shape on the bed, snagging a good grip on the hand visible to her - the other lost under the covers, or so she assumed. Yanking Marius' arm up without ceremony, Catseye teasingly ran a fingertip in the air over it, just enough to... tease.
Marius' life thus far had provided few events to prepare him for waking up to a screaming lavender bullet of teeth and claws heading straight for his face. While it had provided precedent for unexpectedly finding a girl straddling his chest, the two events in combination did terrible things to his already less-than-coherent thought process. In spite of newly-awakened instincts that shrieked "THREAT!" (a conclusion soundly backed by the minor angels of common sense and previous experience), more well-established instincts were more attuned to the fact that he'd been pinned to his mattress by an attractive teenaged girl, which was resulting in a painful conflict of signals.
While Marius' brain was still trying to decide exactly what purpose his tensed muscles were preparing themselves for, the mouth on the palm of his trapped hand didn't even bother checking in before launching into a pursuit of its singular function. The fangs -- confirming a distinct lack of anything remotely resembling conscious thought -- bloomed outwards to reach for the outstretched claw.
"HA!" Pulling her finger back, Catseye hissed merrily at Marius' hand, all the while making sure his other free hand wasn't anywhere near her. "Bad BiteyMouth!" Shaking Marius' hand by reflex, as one might a animal one wanted to render senseless, Catseye mock-scowled at the boy and wagged a finger at him.
"Now, Catseye must discipline!"
Later, once the bleeding had stopped, Marius would be able to identify this as the moment his brain snapped neatly in half.
In deference to the fact that he now had classes to attend, or at should be attending, Marius was trying to normalize his sleeping schedule . . . in a way. He still refused to sleep before three, but he'd begun to pepper the requisit eight hours of rest with a few hours of consciousness. He'd shower, collapse for a few hours, dutifully report to breakfast and class, and, if his schedule permitted, would be asleep again by lunch.
But now it was only a little past five in the morning, squarely in the middle of his guaranteed sleeping period, and Marius was blissfully unconscious. As usual, he'd kicked off most of the covers to sprawl, one arm flung out to his side and the other over his face. Currently, he was enjoying a perfectly normal dream that featured nothing more traumatic than Mr. Dayspring sending him to a drycleaners that inexplicably employed Haroun and Kyle.
Which meant, of course, that something was Bound To Happen.
Having read up on the journals at one point during the evening and being the self-appointed "Marius Watcher", Catseye felt it was her most solemn duty to, of course, make certain that any statements regarding "biting" and "under control" had to be tested.
Thoroughly, studiously so.
And when Catseye was intent on something, anyone would gladly have assured Marius that there would be no doubt she'd see it through to the end.
Thus, the leap from the top of the dresser to land on the bed's occupant, with a yowl of glee, was done entirely and only for Marius' own good.
The yowl cut straight through any sort of conscious thought and lodged itself in the bone-deep memory labeled "Threats to Life and Limb." Instinct and an ample helping of Sphincter-Clenching Terror propelled Marius into a sitting position -- or, at least, on his way there before he was slammed back into the pillow by the hurtling meteor of purple fur and claws that proceeded to use its momentum to nail his arm to his face, palm-out.
Shifting from cat to girl, Catseye straddled the flailing shape on the bed, snagging a good grip on the hand visible to her - the other lost under the covers, or so she assumed. Yanking Marius' arm up without ceremony, Catseye teasingly ran a fingertip in the air over it, just enough to... tease.
Marius' life thus far had provided few events to prepare him for waking up to a screaming lavender bullet of teeth and claws heading straight for his face. While it had provided precedent for unexpectedly finding a girl straddling his chest, the two events in combination did terrible things to his already less-than-coherent thought process. In spite of newly-awakened instincts that shrieked "THREAT!" (a conclusion soundly backed by the minor angels of common sense and previous experience), more well-established instincts were more attuned to the fact that he'd been pinned to his mattress by an attractive teenaged girl, which was resulting in a painful conflict of signals.
While Marius' brain was still trying to decide exactly what purpose his tensed muscles were preparing themselves for, the mouth on the palm of his trapped hand didn't even bother checking in before launching into a pursuit of its singular function. The fangs -- confirming a distinct lack of anything remotely resembling conscious thought -- bloomed outwards to reach for the outstretched claw.
"HA!" Pulling her finger back, Catseye hissed merrily at Marius' hand, all the while making sure his other free hand wasn't anywhere near her. "Bad BiteyMouth!" Shaking Marius' hand by reflex, as one might a animal one wanted to render senseless, Catseye mock-scowled at the boy and wagged a finger at him.
"Now, Catseye must discipline!"
Later, once the bleeding had stopped, Marius would be able to identify this as the moment his brain snapped neatly in half.
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