Topaz & Jean-Paul | Monday Afternoon (backdated)

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A wild Topaz appears!


Topaz took a deep breath, examining herself critically in the mirror. She'd finally gotten some sleeping pills and managed to get a couple of good nights' sleep, and she was sure if she kept it up the circles under her eyes would go away eventually. Her hair was still damp from the recent shower, but she put the brush through it and pulled it back anyways, not in the mood to wait for it to dry. Finally she examined her clothes. Jeans and a white t-shirt - nothing fancy. But after days of pajamas it was definitely an improvement.

Finally, satisfied, she grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder, heading out of her room.

Glancing up from his book as Topaz's door opened, Jean-Paul felt his eyebrows rising. "Mon Dieu, you are wearing real clothing!" He marked his page with a finger and straightened up, giving her a thorough once-over. "Hm... this is a good sign, oui?"

Topaz raised an eyebrow, rather unamused. "Don't you have your own suite?" She asked as Midnight wound her ankles, mewing. She shook the kitten off and went to put some food in her own. "Or did your roommate kick you out?"

Faux-gasping, Jean-Paul said, "She speaks! Truly, this day is full of miracles." Giving Topaz a smirk, he continued, "I think I miss the hopping bunny pants, though. They looked very comfortable. Also, no, Kitty did not kick me out. I am an excellent roommate."

"Kitty deserves a fruit basket," Topaz replied dryly. "And the bunny pants were a gift." Never mind that wearing them meant she really needed to do laundry. One thing at a time. With Midnight fed and happily eating, Topaz headed for the door, opening it and watching Jean-Paul expectantly. "I'm going to the library." Find another couch to habitat went without saying.

"Bon," Jean-Paul replied, standing up with his book. He reached for the tea cup he'd been drinking from, finished off its contents, and reached over the counter as he passed to put it in the sink before heading toward the door. "I am very nearly finished with this book. I must return it. And then find another."

Topaz closed the door behind him, locking it quickly - not that it was necessary. It was just habit - and started down the hall. "Still don't believe your roommate likes you. You've been on my couch for days."

"Oui. Weeks, I think. But this has nothing to do with Kitty," Jean-Paul said, a negligent shrug falling from his shoulders. "Also, your cat likes me."

Oh she knew the exact amount of time. She was just purposely not talking about it. "She likes everyone. She'd probably snuggle Quire."

"He would probably like it," Jean-Paul replied, amused. "Though he would say nothing of it, of course. He has a..." He paused and frowned for a moment. "A chinchilla, oui? I think I am not ready for a pet. At least not one that is mine alone."

"Not completely sure I'm any good for a pet either but Amanda apparently trusts me to keep things alive." The trust may not have been completely unfounded. Topaz had neglected herself since Alaska, but the cat had never starved.

"She is well, is she not?" Jean-Paul asked, gesturing over his shoulder with his book. "I think you do very well." Reaching the elevator, he hit the button. "I am hungry, though. Kitchen before the library?"

Why do I need to go with you to get food was right on the tip of Topaz's tongue, so she honestly surprised herself when she said, "Sure, yeah. I could eat," instead.

"Bon," Jean-Paul said, nodding easily. He was mildly shocked at Topaz's quick acquiescence. He'd expected to have to fight to get food into her at this point. Or at least stare at her flatly until she agreed that there was more to food than biscuits that went with tea. "Someone was cooking, but I do not know what."

"Only one way to find out," Topaz said as the elevator doors dinged open. "Let's go steal someone's food."