xp_logs | Kevin & Catseye | Early Monday afternoon

Catseye pops by Kevin's suite with an art-type request

With the copy of Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief Jean-Paul had given her in one hand, Catseye shifted the bag of shiny chocolate Easter eggs from her other hand to her tail so she could knock on the door three times as she finished the chapter she was on. "Kevin?" Three knocks. "Kevin?" Three more. "Kevin? Are you free? It is Catseye can I talk to you?"

Kevin was pulling an extra layer on when he opened the door. "Y'know people need time to get to the door, right?" He looked at the catgirl with her book and her candy and raised an eyebrow. He said nothing about it and simply stepped back and gestured for her to answer. "Alright, c'mon. Since when do you ask if you can talk to me?" Normally she just sort of started talking and assumed he was listening.

Catseye tilted her head in thought. "Since... I do not know exactly when but since I learned about how important privacy is now I knock if someone is in their room and ask if I can talk to them. Do you want some shiny chocolate eggs? They are very fun to Chase and they do not taste too terrible either."

"No thanks." Kevin had issues with Easter for all the same reasons he had issues with any holiday, because he had issues with God. One day he might work those out but it hadn't been done yet. He was trying to make progress there but Catseye didn't need to know that.

"Okay that is more for me to hide in my secret hiding places yesyes!" she answered excitedly. "Kevin you make manymany things and you are the best thingmaker I know so I wanted to ask you do you know how to make a sword?"

"Uh...a sword?"" His eyes moved down to the book in her hand. There on the cover was a boy with a sword standing in the sea. "Ah could make you a sword-shaped metal...thing. But Ah dunno how to make an actual sword. That involves really hot fire and foldin' metal and stuff."

Catseye nodded emphatically. "A metal thing that looks like a sword sounds veryveryfine!" It wasn't as if she had any idea what Kevin was talking about in terms of the differences between a sword-shaped metal thing and an actual sword, after all. "I wanted to give something to Nick that would be a present because he had an ac-" she cut herself off abruptly, remembering that Nick had asked her not to discuss sex with other people, and that she couldn't really justify telling Kevin the same way she had justified telling Jean-Paul: because she was confused about what had happened. She wasn't confused this time, so she shouldn't tell. Even though not being able to say what she wanted to say was frustrating. "Because I want to show him he is a good mate," she finished, since it was the truth, just not the entire truth.

"Can Angel make hot fire for you to make an actual sword?" she asked curiously, just to change the subject, and because she didn't understand the swordmaking process. "Or is it a different kind of fire?"

"Angel can probably make fire hot enough, but Ah don't have the kind of metal or the tools or any training for a real sword. There's a lot of hammering and folding and heating and hammering again and folding again and stuff." He wasn't sure why she really wanted to give Nick a sword. Because he had an...accident? Actual feeling? Acting final? Maybe the last one but that didn't explain why she'd cut herself off. Catseye overshared so much stuff that Kevin wasn't going to press on what she wasn't sharing. "Ah gotta think 'bout it and plan. Ah've got some stuff I'm working on right now." He really did have actual stuff he was working on for school. And then there were the pictures he had decided he needed to do for Jean-Paul.

"Ooooo! Stuff? Shiny stuff? Presents?" the catgirl inquired, head swivelling around as if she could spot what he was talking about from where she stood. "Can I see?"

"Uh, yeah, shiny stuff. And presents." He guessed the pictures were presents, anyway. It was sort of in the same category if he thought about it. "You can't see 'cause the shiny stuff is down in the workshop and the presents are..." Actually, he wasn't sure why he wouldn't show her those. He just didn't want her to see. No, that wasn't right. He didn't want to share the picture. It was meant for one person with a specific reason in mind. Kevin didn't want it to be for anyone else. "They're private."

Catseye's brow furrowed as she stared at Kevin. "Ah," she extolled in an 'I understand' way. Angel. She nodded as if showing him she understood, then tossed an egg from the bag she was carrying across the room and bounded after it. "Do you like books about swords and dragons and magic?" she asked to change the subject once again.

"Ah don't really read books," he admitted with an awkward scratch to the back of his head. Kevin moved over to the chair he'd been curled up in before the knocking had come and closed his sketchbook. He could finish that drawing later. When he was alone and there weren't any other eyes about he would finish it. The pen he'd been using was slipped into the spiral wire binding and he then stuck the sketchbook down between the arm and cushion of the chair for safe keeping.

"Did you know I am learning magic?" she asked, tossing an egg up in the air and snatching it with a swipe. "I am a familiar now and Nico and I made a big purple cougar out of a squirrel one time! And soon I will be able to fight dragons with a sword just like a wizard from a book!" She gave Kevin a huge smile, then started giggling to show him she was joking. "Do you like doing drawings better than you like making sculptures?"

While she batted about her foil-wrapped chocolate egg Kevin stopped to think about her question. "Ah dunno. Ah've been drawin' longer'n Ah've been doing sculpture. Ah guess Ah like sculpture best, but Ah draw and sculpt and paint for different reasons with different stuff. Like, sculpture's almost always abstract but Ah don't like abstract paintings. Ah paint landscapes mostly, which you can't really do in a sculpture."

"No a sculpture of a landscape would look silly," Catseye agreed with a sage nod. "Especially if it was made out of stone because you would not have to sculpt it because it is already part of the landscape yesyes!" She giggled at her own joke. "Can you draw wizards?"

Kevin only shook his head at her joke. Catseye seemed to think she was very funny and who was he to try to squash her perspective? "Sure, Ah mean, wizards are just people, right? Sometimes they wear pointy hats."

"And bathrobes," Catseye added. "And long beards. And sometimes they have cats! Can you draw cats?" she asked suddenly, realizing she'd never asked him that before, in all the time she'd known him.

"Ah dunno, they never stay still long enough," Kevin joked. "They're sorta spastic, y'know."

"I am not spastic!" Catseye protested, laughing. "I do not even know what that means! But I can stay still!" To demonstrate, she froze in place, staring at Kevin with her eyes narrowed.

Lips pursing a little, they then rolled inward as Kevin tried to not laugh at her. It was quite an impression of a statue she was doing. "Can you keep that up for a couple hours without fallin' asleep?" He tried really hard to not smile or smirk, but a corner of his mouth may have been betraying him against his best attempts.

She continued to stare, not moving, though she tried to speak without moving her mouth at all. "Do I win if I do?" she asked, though the words were quite muffled.

"Yep, you win if you do." He wasn't sure what she thought she'd win. "If you can stay still for hours then Ah'll draw you as a kitty. But then you're gonna hafta stand still for more hours for that."

"Okay! If I stay like this for hours then you'll draw me as a kitty and I will be still for more hours and that will be good yesyes! Can I talk while I stay like this?" she inquired, still speaking out of gritted teeth and the corner of her mouth.

Tilting his head to the side, Kevin regarded the girl. Some days it was difficult to remember the actual age gap between them. "Sure, but you can't get too animated or it won't be good practice." He took him his recently stashed sketchbook and flipped to a new page. From the array of pens and pencils on the coffee table he took up a fine-point pen. After circling the catgirl a few times Kevin chose and angle and sat down to draw her. He may as well if she was going to stand still like that and all.