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She naturally leaned into his touch, sighing softly, feeling it was a pity hug of sorts, but her acute hearing caught that last word. An eyebrow raised once, and then further when he called her 'babe.'

Antony had still lost her touch.

Unknown to her, Jamal had stopped by at least twice, but she had been gone, probably off to eat or cause someone great bodily harm. He also had the vaguest inclination that perhaps she needed alone time to deal with her newly acquired traits so he hadn't been TOO insistant on checking in on her; lord knows that Jamal had needed alone time.

Today seemed like a good enough day to be outside. He had spent the earlier morning playing basketball on his own until he grew frustrated that his claws kept getting in the way, then went for a shower. Once clean and in a fresh wifebeater and jeans (with his newly stolen steak knife jammed in the waistband just in case), he decided he wanted to disappear into the jungle for a bit. However, he never made it that far, having passed Antony's duplex and saw the glow of her TV through the window. Hm...

His attention diverted from the jungle for now as he headed up to her door, peering around at the nearest window to see if he could see her, then knocked a few times.

"Antony?" he called, fluffing his whiskers absently as he waited.

Jamal almost thought she wasn't home by how long it took her to respond, and when she finally did, he grew a little less cheery (cheery for Jamal anyway) and a little more concerned. She sure sounded less than thrilled to hear him on the other side of the door.

He shrugged it off though, giving her the benefit of the doubt considering her situation, and let himself in while looking for her. That was easy enough since he was drawn to the TV.

"Hey," he started, coming around the side of the couch to see her better, his head tilting to the side as he caught how disinterested and sullen she seemed. "You doin' a'ight..?"

Jamal lifted a brow as he exploded at him, his jaw tensing slightly out of reflex, but didn't say anything until she had paused. First off, he didn't know any guy EXCEPT himself that smoked pot or did any drugs aside from the Dude, and that guy was apparently attached to that ugly hawk woman...he was curious, to say the least. Must be a new guy....or maybe that blonde haired man from the beach. ******** missed out then. Too bad fo' him...leaves mo' fo' me," he said with a shrug and an impish grin, taking a seat on the couch now since there was room. "If he's new, he ain't gonna unda'stand nuthin' dat's goin' on wit' transfo'mations right away. 'Specially if he was real ******** up at da time..."

Jamal wasn't sure what he could say to make her feel better because something like this hadn't really happened to him before. At least, the not getting laid because he happened to be some sort of human-animal hybrid part. Antony had taken care of that problem rather nicely.

Jamal's smirk dissolved, giving him a look bordering on disbelief and annoyance. What was she trying to get at exactly?

"I left ya alone 'cause I thought you wanted time to yo'self. I could tell you weren't all dat happy when you left ma duplex so I figgered I'd let you do yer thing and try ta adjust," he answered flatly, pressing a hand to his chest. "Dat's what I ********- need ta do sometimes. I ain't about gettin' all up in people's business if they got stuff they gotta sort out fo' themselves. 'Specially of them people I respect."

He tried to not look as disgruntled as he felt, but he was doing poorly at it and didn't care too much. The fight with Ambrose the night before still hung on his thoughts so that only amplified his annoyance.

"If ya think dat sexy is all looks, then you been foolin' me the whole time," he muttered curtly, glaring off towards the TV. "I might be a b*****d, but goddamn, if a lady can look da part of a pornstar but can't do nuthin' wit it, thanks but no thanks. You can work it and -dat- is what I like. Looks are all good and s**t sometimes, but you oughta know me betta' then dat. You know how I roll."

Jamal snorted and sank into the corner of the couch, leaning into the armrest for a back support. "I think if anyone oughta unda'stand dis, it would be me. You think I'mma jus' step back and ignore you like dat?"

The question was more of a statement than an inquiry, given flatly without much tact.

Sadly, Jamal probably could do nothing for a bruised ego and at the moment, he wasn't sure he wanted to if he could. He was irked by the conclusion she had jumped to, though now he had managed to submerge it except for in the icy depths of his eyes, which he turned to look at Antony with momentarily as she paced.

"Yeah, I do know how it goes," he responded evenly, looking up at her with a mixed expression. "I don't blame ya for feelin' shitty. I prolly would too given da circumstances. Funny though...seemed like I couldn't stay feelin' shitty foreva' cause -someone- wouldn't let me." Jamal attempted to look nonchalant as he said that; that someone was, without a doubt, Antony. "I ain't a miracle worker 'n' I ********' suck at cheerin' people up, but I'd try anyway jus' ta return da favor."

"Don't get too used ta it," he said with a smirk, though he wasn't really serious. "It slips out once in awhile." Yeah, that's what got you stuck with Awen, remember? a voice in the back of his head reminded him, which he decided to pointedly ignore. Definately not the time to even START thinking about that disaster again.

Besides, there were definately more interesting things to think about. Antony was clearing giving him the "sex plz" look and he should have known the request was coming...not that he minded.

"Well," he drawled, as though thinking about it. "I did say I'd try ta make ya feel better if I could, didn't I?"