Amanda, Catseye - Friday night
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xp_logsOnce again, Amanda is upsetting Catseye's sense of smell. For entirely different reasons this time, so there's no dunking. Just a very unhappy cat.
Tail curled at the end and standing proudly in the air, Catseye trotted down the hallway. She had to check in on the SillyKitten who had apparently got in a fight and been hurt. Catseye had been smelling the scent of hurt for a few days now, associated to the girl. Bits and pieces here and there, though nothing that had been as concrete as today, the scents newer (same day!) and sharper. And smelling of being hurt. A lot. There was also something funny about her smell, which had Catseye very curious indeed - the only way to find out what that was about though, was to find the SillyKitten herself.
Between naps, and waking from strange dreams, and napping again, Amanda had found the energy to hobble out to the couch in the common area of her suite. She brought Frank with her, since he'd been making hungry faces at her and she could do with the comfort only feeding your pet lizard could give. Something nice and ordinary. "Miss me, lizard breath?" she murmured, scratching the ridges behind his eyes as he sat on the arm of the couch, working his way through the piece of lettuce she'd given him. "I'll have t' see if Manuel still remembers you, take you t' visit, hmm?"
Opening the door was easy really, Catseye simply going up on her hind feet and getting a firm grip before turning the handle. It had always been a good way to nab a quick snack during the worst of winter, from unwary humans who left their doors unlocked just because they thought no one could possibly get to a balcony that high. Hah! Falling back to all fours, the lavender cat peeked into the common room, then neatly fit her entire body in the slim opening, before backing up to close the door - silently. Which meant going back up again to turn the handle so the latch would slide in slowly as the door closed.
Frank blinked at Amanda, then tore another fragment of lettuce off, holding down the leaf with his front foot. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she said, chuckling wryly. "Give him time t' settle, get his feet, try not t' smother him too much..." She sighed, shifting as the bruises on her back complained about the angle she was sitting in. "Yeah, that's the sensible thing. Yer a smart lizard, you are."
The girl was talking to a... lizard. A big lizard. Catseye pondered the creature, then decided that it wouldn’t be any fun to hunt or eat, and people would probably get all fussed up about it And it was probably a pet anyway. And people were weird about their pets. Why they spoke to the dumb animals Catseye would never understand. Wrinkling her nose at the odd undertone of smells in the room, she lazily wound her way across the room to the couch, amusing herself by stealthily keeping to the shadows.
Frank's nostrils twitched, and he paused in his lettuce munching to lift his head and sniff at the room, tongue flicking in and out. Cat. Definitely a cat somewhere.
"Somethin' up, Frank?" Amanda asked, noticing the lizard's sudden tension. With a wince she pushed herself upright a bit more, looking around the room with a sense of unease. The mansion was safe, she reminded herself, even as she readied a shielding spell in case, ignoring the wrong feeling of it.
Nervous and scared. The smells were dead easy to tell - ones Catseye knew well. Casually she sat down, no longer the mighty huntress, taking her time to lick one of her paws. The sound would be enough for the dumb lizard to focus on and draw the girl's attention to her as well, ideally. Even dumb lizards knew well enough to be careful about ending up as a snack.
Cat-smell staying in one place, noise of tongue on fur... there! Frank fixed the interloper with a distinctly unimpressed look, and went back to his food. Mollified somewhat, Amanda relaxed, peering over the back of the couch until she caught sight of the large purple cat cleaning her paws with an unperturbed air. "Hey, Catseye, how'd you get in. You startled me," she said, smiling a little. "Come t' check up on me? Or thought yer'd give Angie's mice another try?"
Cats walk through walls. With a final lick to set her fur in place just so, Catseye then looked at the silly girl on the couch with the dumb lizard. Padding over slowly, she pretended to be anything but interested in the snack that was not a snack. For now. And the stopped a few feet from Amanda, wrinkling her nose with a vaguely horrified expression slowly spreading over her feline features. Ew. EW! Bad smell!
Amanda blinked at the sudden recoil. "What?" she asked, figuring if Catseye wanted to tell her, she could just change shape easily enough. "I ain't touched a drop, I swear. Mixes bad with the painkillers they're givin' me."
Wrinkling her nose even more, ears flicking backwards, Catseye very deliberately raised one paw and pressed it over her nose, turning her head to the side while still keeping a very disgusted expression on her face. SmellyKitten! With a suspicious expression Catseye finally ventured a bit closer, whiskers twitching spasmodically. About a foot away from Amanda she sat down hard, mouth open to breathe though and attempt to not have to deal with the smell so much. Bleah! What had she been doing, rolling in tar?
Okay, not hard to miss that... Puzzled (and a little hurt), Amanda sniffed at the long-sleeved sweatshirt she was wearing, even though she knew it was clean that day. No smell, beyond laundry soap. Frank, perhaps? But no, Catseye had never mentioned Smelly Lizards, only Smelly Potions, and she hadn't been near those either. "'M sorry, Catseye, I dunno what it is yer smellin', but 's not me."
The human sense of smell was deficient. Catseye had always known that, but here was proof again. Fur standing a bit on end she padded closer, almost slinking her way up on the couch while being extra careful not to step on Amanda in any way, shape or form. Bleeaaah! It wasn't her clothing, it was her. The smell of fresh laundry (sooo nice), even up close, wasn't enough to hide the bad smell. With a faint sound of distaste, Catseye licked Amanda's knuckle briefly, pure reflex taking over, grooming the usual response to a smell of that sort.
"Ow." Amanda pulled her hand back - Catseye had been gentle, but her tongue was rough and that was the sore hand. The hint had been enough, 'though. "'S me? But I had a shower this mornin'..." Then she realised, remembering her talk with Nathan earlier. "'S her, ain't it? That bitch Selene, you can smell her on me."
Catseye wasn't sure what Amanda meant, exactly, but the smell made her uneasy and of course the dumb stupid lizard didn't have a clue, sitting there on its fat butt staring at her unblinkingly. Stupid lizard. Stupid lizard that she couldn't eat, and Catseye was letting herself be distracted. Still looking mighty peeved though, she refused to flee the smell. My SillyKitten. Mine! Batting away at the smell would only hurt the girl though, so Catseye had to content herself with whipping her tail from side to side, grumbling under her breath lowly in a series of irked meeps.
Amanda sighed. It wasn't like she could actually do anything about what was bothering Catseye, and the cat was going to insist on standing her ground even if the smell irked her that much. "'M sorry, Catseye, can't do nothin' 'bout it. 'S in me, 's not somethin' I can wash off," she said a little miserably, hunching a little into the couch, careful not to touch the outraged cat. "Me teacher's comin' t' help in a day or two, when 'm stronger. He'll be able t' shift it..." She couldn't even scritch Catseye in apology, knowing the residue of Selene's power would be too much for the cat's sensitive nose. "There's some salmon still in the cupboard, or should be, at least. Want some?"
Another whip of the cat's tail answered that one - for once, Catseye wasn't interested in food. Almost without thinking about it, she batted at Frank's tail as it slowly rolled to close to her, the temptation too much to resist. She resumed ignoring the lizard right afterwards though, as though nothing at all had happened, and uneasily climbed on the top of the couch to curl up there, staring down at Amanda.
Well then. Nothing more to do. With a sigh, Amanda returned to feeding Frank, obscurely comforted by the sentinel on the back of the couch, even if she was what Catseye was currently guarding against.
Tail curled at the end and standing proudly in the air, Catseye trotted down the hallway. She had to check in on the SillyKitten who had apparently got in a fight and been hurt. Catseye had been smelling the scent of hurt for a few days now, associated to the girl. Bits and pieces here and there, though nothing that had been as concrete as today, the scents newer (same day!) and sharper. And smelling of being hurt. A lot. There was also something funny about her smell, which had Catseye very curious indeed - the only way to find out what that was about though, was to find the SillyKitten herself.
Between naps, and waking from strange dreams, and napping again, Amanda had found the energy to hobble out to the couch in the common area of her suite. She brought Frank with her, since he'd been making hungry faces at her and she could do with the comfort only feeding your pet lizard could give. Something nice and ordinary. "Miss me, lizard breath?" she murmured, scratching the ridges behind his eyes as he sat on the arm of the couch, working his way through the piece of lettuce she'd given him. "I'll have t' see if Manuel still remembers you, take you t' visit, hmm?"
Opening the door was easy really, Catseye simply going up on her hind feet and getting a firm grip before turning the handle. It had always been a good way to nab a quick snack during the worst of winter, from unwary humans who left their doors unlocked just because they thought no one could possibly get to a balcony that high. Hah! Falling back to all fours, the lavender cat peeked into the common room, then neatly fit her entire body in the slim opening, before backing up to close the door - silently. Which meant going back up again to turn the handle so the latch would slide in slowly as the door closed.
Frank blinked at Amanda, then tore another fragment of lettuce off, holding down the leaf with his front foot. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she said, chuckling wryly. "Give him time t' settle, get his feet, try not t' smother him too much..." She sighed, shifting as the bruises on her back complained about the angle she was sitting in. "Yeah, that's the sensible thing. Yer a smart lizard, you are."
The girl was talking to a... lizard. A big lizard. Catseye pondered the creature, then decided that it wouldn’t be any fun to hunt or eat, and people would probably get all fussed up about it And it was probably a pet anyway. And people were weird about their pets. Why they spoke to the dumb animals Catseye would never understand. Wrinkling her nose at the odd undertone of smells in the room, she lazily wound her way across the room to the couch, amusing herself by stealthily keeping to the shadows.
Frank's nostrils twitched, and he paused in his lettuce munching to lift his head and sniff at the room, tongue flicking in and out. Cat. Definitely a cat somewhere.
"Somethin' up, Frank?" Amanda asked, noticing the lizard's sudden tension. With a wince she pushed herself upright a bit more, looking around the room with a sense of unease. The mansion was safe, she reminded herself, even as she readied a shielding spell in case, ignoring the wrong feeling of it.
Nervous and scared. The smells were dead easy to tell - ones Catseye knew well. Casually she sat down, no longer the mighty huntress, taking her time to lick one of her paws. The sound would be enough for the dumb lizard to focus on and draw the girl's attention to her as well, ideally. Even dumb lizards knew well enough to be careful about ending up as a snack.
Cat-smell staying in one place, noise of tongue on fur... there! Frank fixed the interloper with a distinctly unimpressed look, and went back to his food. Mollified somewhat, Amanda relaxed, peering over the back of the couch until she caught sight of the large purple cat cleaning her paws with an unperturbed air. "Hey, Catseye, how'd you get in. You startled me," she said, smiling a little. "Come t' check up on me? Or thought yer'd give Angie's mice another try?"
Cats walk through walls. With a final lick to set her fur in place just so, Catseye then looked at the silly girl on the couch with the dumb lizard. Padding over slowly, she pretended to be anything but interested in the snack that was not a snack. For now. And the stopped a few feet from Amanda, wrinkling her nose with a vaguely horrified expression slowly spreading over her feline features. Ew. EW! Bad smell!
Amanda blinked at the sudden recoil. "What?" she asked, figuring if Catseye wanted to tell her, she could just change shape easily enough. "I ain't touched a drop, I swear. Mixes bad with the painkillers they're givin' me."
Wrinkling her nose even more, ears flicking backwards, Catseye very deliberately raised one paw and pressed it over her nose, turning her head to the side while still keeping a very disgusted expression on her face. SmellyKitten! With a suspicious expression Catseye finally ventured a bit closer, whiskers twitching spasmodically. About a foot away from Amanda she sat down hard, mouth open to breathe though and attempt to not have to deal with the smell so much. Bleah! What had she been doing, rolling in tar?
Okay, not hard to miss that... Puzzled (and a little hurt), Amanda sniffed at the long-sleeved sweatshirt she was wearing, even though she knew it was clean that day. No smell, beyond laundry soap. Frank, perhaps? But no, Catseye had never mentioned Smelly Lizards, only Smelly Potions, and she hadn't been near those either. "'M sorry, Catseye, I dunno what it is yer smellin', but 's not me."
The human sense of smell was deficient. Catseye had always known that, but here was proof again. Fur standing a bit on end she padded closer, almost slinking her way up on the couch while being extra careful not to step on Amanda in any way, shape or form. Bleeaaah! It wasn't her clothing, it was her. The smell of fresh laundry (sooo nice), even up close, wasn't enough to hide the bad smell. With a faint sound of distaste, Catseye licked Amanda's knuckle briefly, pure reflex taking over, grooming the usual response to a smell of that sort.
"Ow." Amanda pulled her hand back - Catseye had been gentle, but her tongue was rough and that was the sore hand. The hint had been enough, 'though. "'S me? But I had a shower this mornin'..." Then she realised, remembering her talk with Nathan earlier. "'S her, ain't it? That bitch Selene, you can smell her on me."
Catseye wasn't sure what Amanda meant, exactly, but the smell made her uneasy and of course the dumb stupid lizard didn't have a clue, sitting there on its fat butt staring at her unblinkingly. Stupid lizard. Stupid lizard that she couldn't eat, and Catseye was letting herself be distracted. Still looking mighty peeved though, she refused to flee the smell. My SillyKitten. Mine! Batting away at the smell would only hurt the girl though, so Catseye had to content herself with whipping her tail from side to side, grumbling under her breath lowly in a series of irked meeps.
Amanda sighed. It wasn't like she could actually do anything about what was bothering Catseye, and the cat was going to insist on standing her ground even if the smell irked her that much. "'M sorry, Catseye, can't do nothin' 'bout it. 'S in me, 's not somethin' I can wash off," she said a little miserably, hunching a little into the couch, careful not to touch the outraged cat. "Me teacher's comin' t' help in a day or two, when 'm stronger. He'll be able t' shift it..." She couldn't even scritch Catseye in apology, knowing the residue of Selene's power would be too much for the cat's sensitive nose. "There's some salmon still in the cupboard, or should be, at least. Want some?"
Another whip of the cat's tail answered that one - for once, Catseye wasn't interested in food. Almost without thinking about it, she batted at Frank's tail as it slowly rolled to close to her, the temptation too much to resist. She resumed ignoring the lizard right afterwards though, as though nothing at all had happened, and uneasily climbed on the top of the couch to curl up there, staring down at Amanda.
Well then. Nothing more to do. With a sigh, Amanda returned to feeding Frank, obscurely comforted by the sentinel on the back of the couch, even if she was what Catseye was currently guarding against.
