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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 10:04 pm
Watching the large, tawny colored cat stuffing itself half-way into his shirt was cute - unbearably cute because cats stuffing themselves into things (boxes, bags, etc) just was unbearably cute - and once the "laundry" settled, he picked up the basket to feel the heft of it.
"It's okay, you're not that heavy." He chuckled a little bit as he started back towards Hillworth and their shared dorm room. "Don't worry about the purring too much, I don't think anyone's gonna notice." Colin was confident, absolutely confident in his ability to get Björn - cat form or no - back "home"...and after? Well...he was certain he could get some help from another senshi...Castor or...god, there were others that Castor had told him about...others that were good and kind and willing to help (generally speaking).
"Whatever it takes, Björn...we're going to get you back to normal. I promise."
At least the walk home would be fairly comfortable for the Swede!cat - Colin tried to keep it level and steady even when they were going up or down hills; he wanted to get back ASAP...the longer they were out in the open, the more likely they were to be stopped or questioned...and the more likely it was that more of their dorm-mates would be awake.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:05 am
Under the laundry was all rather warm, though it did muffle sounds slightly. There was no mistaking the front doors to their dorm, however. That heavy click was familiar enough after so many months of in and out. He couldn’t recognize the voice of the prefect that came through the clothe, “Laundry this early? Why didn’t you use the machines in the dorm? Too good for them, Twinkle Toes? I know…the machines downstairs were out of fabric softener. Without it your delicate a** would chafe.”
He wanted to leap out of the basket and scratch the prefect’s eyes out, but that wouldn’t help to get him secretly to the room.
“Get out of my space already, gobbler.”
At least they were in? The guy didn’t even check the basket. Colin was so right! He had to not say anything yet. Not say anything, notnothingontanythingWasThatTheRoomDoor?
It was! He popped his head up, now well a tangle with Colin’s shirt, taking in the start of the room he hadn’t seen in days. Had Colin been holding up? He didn’t have any doubts the other blonde had missed him, but he looked to see if any of his shirts, or his blanket were over on Colin’s bed, or if there were any outward clues of cute young love.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:05 am
As much as Colin wanted to kick the prefect's a** for calling him Twinkle Toes, he bit his tongue and let the verbal abuse roll off him without comment; if he'd started something with the douchebag, he'd probably start poking at the laundry basket...and that would have been BAD.
Mentally he made a note to kick his a** (or put s**t in his shoes...something for revenge) as soon as possible while opening the door to their room and swiftly locking it shut behind them before setting the basket on the floor. "That guy is such a d**k!"
Within their room, things were a good bit messier than usual, save for Colin's bed. It was neatly made - but missing pillows - with his bookbag resting atop the coverlet...Björn's bed, however, was another thing entirely: unmade, clearly the curly-haired blond had been sleeping in it. Had it really been laundry day, the Swede would have noticed that several of his shirts that had formerly been clean(ish) now needed laundering...and on the laptop, Colin's laptop, the screen was filled with a "Have You Seen Me?" type flyer dominated by a photobooth picture of Björn (where Colin's face had been mostly cropped out).
"Um, I hope you don't mind, I was kind of crashing in your bed..." Colin went over to his laptop and closed the flyer before leaning over a minute to compose a message that he shipped off to Castor (he didn't want to power-up just to send a text and the older senshi had given him some alternate ways of contacting him) in the hopes that maybe answers were to be had. Once done, he half shut the screen and turned to see if his boyfriend-cat was magically human again. No such luck. "Do you want something to eat or drink? I've got a bowl somewhere..." Kitties needed bowls for water, even boyfriend-kitties.
A few minutes of Colin scrambling around the room would get things somewhat situated for the inclusion of cat to dorm, then he dropped onto Björn's bed wearily. "I hope this is easy to fix...Castor might know, I sent him a message. If he doesn't...there are others I can ask." He wondered about telling his boyfriend about Derpraline and Guardian cats, but didn't know if that was a good idea - no matter how close they were, talking cats being part of their daily lives would be a weird stretch...but then again, so was his turning into a sailor sushi. "At least with you home I can stop worrying so much."
He'd been scared, plain and simple. Now he was worried, but not scared so much. And tired. "And maybe get some decent sleep."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:00 am
Björn hopped out of the basket, still in Colin’s shirt, and flopped ungracefully over on his side in a cotton tangle. It took a few moments of scooting around and little feet stretching out this way and that before he successfully birthed out of the jersey and into the room. Then onto his bed to sniff around. He didn’t know why he had to sniff what he could already plainly see evidence of, but he did.
Colin HAD been sleeping here. He was inordinately pleased, and puffed proudly at the thought. When Colin dropped next to him on the bed, he decided that food could be foregone a while longer and walked down the other boys chest to stand atop him and set to marking him. Cat cheek pressed slowly along Colin’s shoulder, elbow, wrist, up his chest, and finally bonked along his chin before the gold cat settled as a meme of longcat along the length of the dancer’s upper body.
“Other sushis? Do you think any of them will have found the other talking cat I met? He was up a tree. “
“I wonder if many people have become cats. Do you think it is from a sorcerer? Are there evil Sushis, Colin? “
“I’m sorry you’ve been worried.” He squeezed his eyes and purred louder, “It will be nice to sleep somewhere I know is safe. I’m always so tired. I guess cats really do want to sleep twenty hours a day.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:24 am
Mental note: get snapshot of Björn-as-a-cat for self. Before he'd lain down on the messy, unmade bed, Colin had snagged his cell to get two quick snaps of his boyfriend, sending them to his e-mail as almost an afterthought before dropping the electronic device back onto the desk.
The cat looked pleased about something, but what that was Colin didn't know and couldn't bother asking because he was getting marked and head-bumped in a very cute, very sweet manner. Yes yes, Björn "owned" him. That's what it meant when a cat marked you, right? The blond rested one hand on the soft fur of Björn's fuzzy back as the cat sprawled across his torso.
"Maybe." He sighed a little bit, eyes tracking shapes on the ceiling idly, "I mean, if they saw one a cat with the star on it's forehead, they'd definitely try to pick it up."
Evil Senshi? Yep, Castor had told him about how a senshi could be corrupted and turned to the Negaverse...it was a horrible thing, and reversible but pretty much so dangerous to try not even 'royals' would try it much. "It's gotta be related to the Negaverse...I don't know how or why they'd do it, but...yeah. Sorcery seems about right." He didn't want to tell his boyfriend about evil senshi, but the more that Björn knew, the better protected he was. "Castor said that there are evil Senshi...they're Corrupted and forget all about being good."
Colin, not thinking about what he was doing, kissed the fuzzy, purring head of Björn-kitty. "I'm just glad you're here now. I'll keep you safe and take care of everything until we get this figured out. If Castor doesn't know, I can try to ask Pray...though she may not understand enough to tell me anything..." Colin's voice was kind of dreamy, floating a little bit but a thought kicked into his head; "Björn...if you need something...food or anything, just wake me up, okay? I think we need a nap now...."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 3:10 am
There was that odd word again. What was a Negaverse? ‘Related to the **noun**’ That meant it was…a book? A place? An organization? A really evil arch villain?
But Colin was so tired, he didn’t have the heart to press more questions. He laid his chin down on his paws over Colin’s chest and focused on purring. It could wait. They could sleep and it could wait. Colin knew best.
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