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xp_logsThursday afternoon, after this log. Forge goes to find Catseye, MiniSquid in tow - explanations are attempted, apologies are made and Napoleon comes up, too.
Forge made his way down the hall, the pink plush squid crawling up one arm and down the other repeatedly. As he kept trying to shrug it off, it seemed to settle for perching atop his head, and had it the ability, Forge swore it would have been grinning like a loon in victory.
Reaching the door, he plucked the toy off his head, holding it in front of him to watch its tentacles wiggle. "You're lucky I put good hours into building you," he scolded mockingly, "or it'd be the scrap heap, you contrary little device."
The voice on the other side of the door was familiar, causing Catseye to peer out from under the bed with narrowed eyes. Rahne had left with the squid and Forge was apparently around now, scolding something or other - which left the only possible answer. Eyes now to mere slits, the cat glared at the door as though she might be able to burn a hole through it, and then hissed lowly. Hrm. Apparently that hadn't been quiet as low a hiss as she'd been going for.
Knocking lightly on the suite's door, Forge turned the knob and stuck the MiniSquid inside a short ways, letting it wriggle around on the floor for a while. Crouching down by the half-open door, he sat and waited for Catseye to come around. He'd learned from experience that she didn't take well to being pestered if she was in a foul mood about something, and given recent occurrences, he wasn't looking to make her mood any worse.
It was hard to hold out after a while, throwing in the squid like that was cheating in a sense. Catseye adored the thing like nothing else, and she caught herself more than once slowly edging out from under the bed to go claim it. "Mrr." Finally, she gave in, darting out to stretch a paw out towards it, only to race back under the bed with the squid firmly attached to her front leg, inching it's way upwards slowly until she curled up around it.
After assuring himself that any of Catseye's other roommates weren't present, Forge crept inside the room and quietly walked over to sit on the bed. Taking a deep breath, he stared at the wall and exhaled.
"So," he started, "I'm given to understand that there's this girl, and she's pretty mad at this guy. See, normally they're really good friends, because they're around each other a lot. He doesn't understand why she's always hanging around, but he likes it. Got used to it. TOO used to it, really, because he didn't even notice when he wasn't paying attention and then she wasn't around. And that made him feel like a really big jerk."
For someone who kept insisting he was useless around anything female and that he sucked at using the right words, Forge could do fairly well, sometimes. Then again, Catseye was a cat, so who cared - it wasn't as though she needed to be impressed or anything, it seemed. She curled up tighter around the squid, the mechanics inside pleasant to listen to as it shifted minutely. ShinyBitsBoy is right and is a jerk. With a grumpy sort of sound, she stretched out just enough to poke her head out of the bed to look up at him - and presented Forge with the incongruous sight of a cat with eyes tightly shut while sticking her tongue out at someone. She then rested her chin on the floor, still stretched out, idly contemplating biting him if he ventured too close, the squid still attached to her leg.
Forge smiled at the sight of a cat sticking her tongue out, and folded his hands in his lap. "So I - I mean, this guy I hear about, he's really trying to make it up to his friend, to do something to show that he's sorry for being all busy and distracted with stuff. But he's really not sure how to go about it, because she's got this funny talent of making him all confused." He smirked to no one in particular. "Pastrami would be obvious, but he knows that would be a dirty trick and would not really show that I'm - I mean he's sorry."
The mention of pastrami brought no reaction at all, Catseye still flopped on the floor and staring ahead without a sound. The squid wriggled and bit, eventually drawing a shift in her position as she tucked it under her chin to lean on. This caused for a bit more cat to wiggled out from under the bed, though only a little, and she tilted her head just a bit, enough to slide him a brief sideways look. Catseye is a cat. Forge is a human. Humans spend more time with humans and like human things. And make things complicated. Catseye should have remembered. She sighed, the grumpy look suddenly fading into something else.
Forge let one hand drape over the edge of the bed, intentionally not near the cat, in case she was still in a biting mood. "Okay, screw obliqueness," he finally said. "I've been a real shit, not letting you know I appreciate having you around, okay? You're like, the only person I talk to about stuff that I'd normally just keep bottled up, and that's... that's really important to me." He sighed loudly and hunched over the edge of the bed, staring down at the floor. "And if I screwed that up because I wasn't any good at saying thank you or being a good friend or getting my priorities straight, then... then I guess I understand. But if you're going to be pissed at me and not want to hang out any more... that'd suck. It really would. Because... because I really like having you around. Cat or girl, really doesn't matter." He was surprised that he'd just admitted that last part out loud, but kept going. "You're one of the only people here who I know is always totally honest with me, and that means a lot. And I haven't said that enough, and you're pissed, and I'm sorry, and... and that's all I've got."
With that, he stood and walked towards the door, head down. "Just... I'm sorry, okay?"
There was a faint shushing sound and then a pair of arms closed around him from behind before he could reach the door. It wasn't one of the usual, bone-jarring pounces Catseye indulged in - instead she simply just leaned her chin on his shoulder after gently bringing him to a stop, arms securely wrapped around his shoulders, one of those quiet cat-like sounds escaping her as she made sure he couldn't go any further just yet. The squid, now attached to a human wrist, poked Forge in the chest thoughtfully.
"Okay." Smiling just a bit, Catseye sighed slightly in relief - he was being straightforward and he'd understood and now things could be simple again. Even if it meant maybe being a bit more complicated as a cat, just to try and bridge the gap, sometimes - even if he'd said it didn't matter if she was cat or girl. "Catseye is very happy to have ShinyBitsBoy as a friend. Catseye thinks he should know that too."
Forge reached up over his shoulder to gently scratch Catseye's head. "Even if you are a royal purple pain in the butt at times," he said with a smile. "I wouldn't trade you for... for a whole fridge of pastrami."
A giggle answered that, Catseye leaning into his hand while grinning in amusement, though the mental image of a fridge of pastrami was certainly appealing. A rumbly half-purr answered him, as she contemplated the notion, the squid making a determined attempt towards her shoulder. "ShinyBitsBoy is silly. But Catseye is hungry now." Still pondering, she waggled one hand, coaxing the squid back to her wrist. "And ShinyBitsBoy needs fresh air. Bleah. Stinky MetalSickRoom smells."
"The medlab's sterile," Forge corrected, "it shouldn't have a smell. Well, none I'd notice anyway. But yeah, it's nice outside - I think Miss Monroe did that for Dr. McCoy's birthday. Speaking of which, we're eventually going to have to figure out yours. But anyway, I was thinking of reading out on the back patio for a while. I... could use some company?" he offered.
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that cats didn't need birthdays, but if it made him happy to try and find one for her, why argue? "Will ShinyBitsBoy be reading out loud? Catseye would like that." She could hunt for mice in that area easily enough. Or wait until a bit later, or just coax him into bringing something from the kitchen on the way out.
Forge grinned and opened the door. "If you want to hear all about Napoleon, sure. Then you'll understand why you're lucky not to have to take Mr. Dayspring's history class..."
"That is the LittleHungryMan who would have made a good cat, yes?" She trailed after him, twitching her arm and sending the squid airborne, keeping it in the air by batting at it cheerfully. "Catseye wants to hear!"
Forge shook his head. "You think everyone would have made a good cat. But yeah, that's him. See over in France, a long time ago..." he explained, hooking Catseye's arm with his own and heading downstairs. Sunlight, pastrami sandwiches, and a good friend would probably make history study more palatable.
Forge made his way down the hall, the pink plush squid crawling up one arm and down the other repeatedly. As he kept trying to shrug it off, it seemed to settle for perching atop his head, and had it the ability, Forge swore it would have been grinning like a loon in victory.
Reaching the door, he plucked the toy off his head, holding it in front of him to watch its tentacles wiggle. "You're lucky I put good hours into building you," he scolded mockingly, "or it'd be the scrap heap, you contrary little device."
The voice on the other side of the door was familiar, causing Catseye to peer out from under the bed with narrowed eyes. Rahne had left with the squid and Forge was apparently around now, scolding something or other - which left the only possible answer. Eyes now to mere slits, the cat glared at the door as though she might be able to burn a hole through it, and then hissed lowly. Hrm. Apparently that hadn't been quiet as low a hiss as she'd been going for.
Knocking lightly on the suite's door, Forge turned the knob and stuck the MiniSquid inside a short ways, letting it wriggle around on the floor for a while. Crouching down by the half-open door, he sat and waited for Catseye to come around. He'd learned from experience that she didn't take well to being pestered if she was in a foul mood about something, and given recent occurrences, he wasn't looking to make her mood any worse.
It was hard to hold out after a while, throwing in the squid like that was cheating in a sense. Catseye adored the thing like nothing else, and she caught herself more than once slowly edging out from under the bed to go claim it. "Mrr." Finally, she gave in, darting out to stretch a paw out towards it, only to race back under the bed with the squid firmly attached to her front leg, inching it's way upwards slowly until she curled up around it.
After assuring himself that any of Catseye's other roommates weren't present, Forge crept inside the room and quietly walked over to sit on the bed. Taking a deep breath, he stared at the wall and exhaled.
"So," he started, "I'm given to understand that there's this girl, and she's pretty mad at this guy. See, normally they're really good friends, because they're around each other a lot. He doesn't understand why she's always hanging around, but he likes it. Got used to it. TOO used to it, really, because he didn't even notice when he wasn't paying attention and then she wasn't around. And that made him feel like a really big jerk."
For someone who kept insisting he was useless around anything female and that he sucked at using the right words, Forge could do fairly well, sometimes. Then again, Catseye was a cat, so who cared - it wasn't as though she needed to be impressed or anything, it seemed. She curled up tighter around the squid, the mechanics inside pleasant to listen to as it shifted minutely. ShinyBitsBoy is right and is a jerk. With a grumpy sort of sound, she stretched out just enough to poke her head out of the bed to look up at him - and presented Forge with the incongruous sight of a cat with eyes tightly shut while sticking her tongue out at someone. She then rested her chin on the floor, still stretched out, idly contemplating biting him if he ventured too close, the squid still attached to her leg.
Forge smiled at the sight of a cat sticking her tongue out, and folded his hands in his lap. "So I - I mean, this guy I hear about, he's really trying to make it up to his friend, to do something to show that he's sorry for being all busy and distracted with stuff. But he's really not sure how to go about it, because she's got this funny talent of making him all confused." He smirked to no one in particular. "Pastrami would be obvious, but he knows that would be a dirty trick and would not really show that I'm - I mean he's sorry."
The mention of pastrami brought no reaction at all, Catseye still flopped on the floor and staring ahead without a sound. The squid wriggled and bit, eventually drawing a shift in her position as she tucked it under her chin to lean on. This caused for a bit more cat to wiggled out from under the bed, though only a little, and she tilted her head just a bit, enough to slide him a brief sideways look. Catseye is a cat. Forge is a human. Humans spend more time with humans and like human things. And make things complicated. Catseye should have remembered. She sighed, the grumpy look suddenly fading into something else.
Forge let one hand drape over the edge of the bed, intentionally not near the cat, in case she was still in a biting mood. "Okay, screw obliqueness," he finally said. "I've been a real shit, not letting you know I appreciate having you around, okay? You're like, the only person I talk to about stuff that I'd normally just keep bottled up, and that's... that's really important to me." He sighed loudly and hunched over the edge of the bed, staring down at the floor. "And if I screwed that up because I wasn't any good at saying thank you or being a good friend or getting my priorities straight, then... then I guess I understand. But if you're going to be pissed at me and not want to hang out any more... that'd suck. It really would. Because... because I really like having you around. Cat or girl, really doesn't matter." He was surprised that he'd just admitted that last part out loud, but kept going. "You're one of the only people here who I know is always totally honest with me, and that means a lot. And I haven't said that enough, and you're pissed, and I'm sorry, and... and that's all I've got."
With that, he stood and walked towards the door, head down. "Just... I'm sorry, okay?"
There was a faint shushing sound and then a pair of arms closed around him from behind before he could reach the door. It wasn't one of the usual, bone-jarring pounces Catseye indulged in - instead she simply just leaned her chin on his shoulder after gently bringing him to a stop, arms securely wrapped around his shoulders, one of those quiet cat-like sounds escaping her as she made sure he couldn't go any further just yet. The squid, now attached to a human wrist, poked Forge in the chest thoughtfully.
"Okay." Smiling just a bit, Catseye sighed slightly in relief - he was being straightforward and he'd understood and now things could be simple again. Even if it meant maybe being a bit more complicated as a cat, just to try and bridge the gap, sometimes - even if he'd said it didn't matter if she was cat or girl. "Catseye is very happy to have ShinyBitsBoy as a friend. Catseye thinks he should know that too."
Forge reached up over his shoulder to gently scratch Catseye's head. "Even if you are a royal purple pain in the butt at times," he said with a smile. "I wouldn't trade you for... for a whole fridge of pastrami."
A giggle answered that, Catseye leaning into his hand while grinning in amusement, though the mental image of a fridge of pastrami was certainly appealing. A rumbly half-purr answered him, as she contemplated the notion, the squid making a determined attempt towards her shoulder. "ShinyBitsBoy is silly. But Catseye is hungry now." Still pondering, she waggled one hand, coaxing the squid back to her wrist. "And ShinyBitsBoy needs fresh air. Bleah. Stinky MetalSickRoom smells."
"The medlab's sterile," Forge corrected, "it shouldn't have a smell. Well, none I'd notice anyway. But yeah, it's nice outside - I think Miss Monroe did that for Dr. McCoy's birthday. Speaking of which, we're eventually going to have to figure out yours. But anyway, I was thinking of reading out on the back patio for a while. I... could use some company?" he offered.
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that cats didn't need birthdays, but if it made him happy to try and find one for her, why argue? "Will ShinyBitsBoy be reading out loud? Catseye would like that." She could hunt for mice in that area easily enough. Or wait until a bit later, or just coax him into bringing something from the kitchen on the way out.
Forge grinned and opened the door. "If you want to hear all about Napoleon, sure. Then you'll understand why you're lucky not to have to take Mr. Dayspring's history class..."
"That is the LittleHungryMan who would have made a good cat, yes?" She trailed after him, twitching her arm and sending the squid airborne, keeping it in the air by batting at it cheerfully. "Catseye wants to hear!"
Forge shook his head. "You think everyone would have made a good cat. But yeah, that's him. See over in France, a long time ago..." he explained, hooking Catseye's arm with his own and heading downstairs. Sunlight, pastrami sandwiches, and a good friend would probably make history study more palatable.
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