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He leaned over and blessed her with another fishy, wet kiss on her cheek before turning to rest his head on her shoulder. After a few seconds of thought, he nuzzled against her neck - it would be pretty freakin' terrible if she caged him out of anger before calling Animal Services, so it would probably be in his best interest to squirm his way back into her good graces.

The seal watched as they transitioned from room to room, drinking in the scenery as she did all the effort. Black eyes blinked, the warmth of the room soon enveloping them as the remaining drops of water dripped behind them, leaving a watery trail.

This place was essentially a modern day palace, filled with more rooms than he could care to count. She didn't seem very old - maybe her husband owned some sort of lucrative business? Or father? It seemed too odd, her to be living in this giant fortress alone, but as they walked through rooms, he saw no one.

Hm. Mysterious. He would have to figure this out before he made his sneaky, furball getaway.

He'd watched her close the bedroom door, then ensure the other means of escape were locked tightly. Hm. When she didn't completely close her bathroom door, however, he furrowed his little sealy brows. He couldn't escape when she could still see him - there would be no way to open the doors with his fins and turning into a human twenty-two year old in her bedroom?

Not exactly kosher.

Sighing, he scooted up on the bed, dramatically flopping his head onto the down-filled pillow. Burrowing into the fabric, he was about to close his eyes when he noticed something moving on the night stand.

Oh no. No, no, no.

"ORK."

He barked at the cat, slinking slowly towards him. Castor didn't seem phased by his noises, more curious than ever at this new home invader.


Not good, not good!

Akio might have been two, three times the size of the feline predator, but this little b*****d had claws.

The cat pounced, surely realizing this was kin to his favorite fishy dishes. Claws were extended, ready to strike and defeat the curious, fuzzy prey. Seal's Eye, not one to roll over and just take it, began smacking his fins against the cat, his tail moving up to pop the feline in its bottom.

Claws began slicing and swiping, fins continued smacking recklessly. Cat yowls and seal barking pervaded throughout the room, the duo rolling around on the bed until they managed to roll right off the edge, sending them both roughly to the floor.

Castor darted off, turning around to raise his back and hiss.

Akio slapped his left fin hard against the carpet, a silent taunt. "Come at me, bro-cat."

The wet stomping across the plush carpet was his only warning before he felt a force pick him up from the floor, like the wire jaws of a crane arcade game, plucking him up as though he were a simple stuffed toy. He wiggled once, testing the resistance, but it was no use.

Castor the Fiendish Cat was hissing again and when the woman (still nameless, he realized) shushed him, he let out a chortle, then promptly stuck his tongue out at his furry opposition. Not that he was in much better of a compromising situation, but hey, it wasn't every day that he was pressed against a woman's soggy bosom and not slapped for it, so, he'd appreciate it while it lasted!

Turning his head, he once again gave her air kisses, as if to show appreciation for the rescue. And, y'know, because he was adorable and would abuse the ability while he could.

The Seal gave the woman a butt wiggle, then his happy, open-mouthed face drew silent, as if he were mentally digesting her threat and processing her question. Fuzzy lips pursed, black eyes narrowed. It was true, she was talking to a seal, but this was no ordinary seal - this was an intelligent seal, who could think for himself, as well as respond in an appropriate, fashionable manner.

His mouth opened slightly, then he gave her his thought on the subject in the most eloquent, meaningful wording he could manage.

"Ork."

He half-listened to her complaint about seals and cell phones and whatever else she was talking about (okay, to be fair, he was quarter-listening at best, but that wasn't unusual for Akio, seal or not). Black eyes were too busy studying his surroundings....and the digital clock above the stove, which read in bright red numbers 10:21.

Ugh, crap.

Surely one of the guys would have called by now - no doubt feeling obligated after knowing his friends had been scattered across the city drunk and confused - and possibly was backtracking in his car to locate all the missing party members that he couldn't get in contact with.

Akio's phone was in Akio's pocket, which was... definitely not on him, right now.

Sliding down the counter, he hopped in and out of the sink, moving across the granite as he made his way towards the kitchen doorway. This seal, ladies and gentlemen, had a date with a pair of pants. Er, or the cell phone in said pants. Right. Cell phone.

His head hurt. He'd focus on exit excuses later - wasn't like this broad knew what he was saying anyhow!

A meal of salmon and squid would have actually sounded pretty fantastic for the Asian young man, but he was already out of ear's reach, scooting his way into the adjacent room. Perhaps another time, another time when there wasn't a probable search party looking for him and a splitting headache on the horizon.

When he was sure he was out of reach of the young woman (for the time being, at least), his small, bald head looked both ways down the hallways. Assured the coast was clear, small fins and long tail grew out, the white color growing tan as his extremities stretched out. Pointed snout drew in, contorting until it returned to his handsome, not seal face.

Aside from the fact he was dripping from head to foot, everything was back to normal.

...sort of.

Yanking out his phone from his pocket, it became abundantly clear that his cellular device was down for the count, fried and dead from the spontaneous pool swimming decision. Crap.

Shoes switched between soft stomps and squeaks as he passed from carpeted rooms to marbled flooring back to carpeted flooring. His next task at hand was much harder than he thought it would be, human or seal form.

How the hell was he going to get out of this maze?

Door after door was opened, one room leading to another, leading to a dead end, coming back to try another door. Crap, crap, crap. He was probably on his eighth door before he heard rustling from another room. Was it the dark haired beauty? Or someone else?

Freezing momentarily, he instinctively slipped behind a door and twisted the lock, silently praying that whatever was approaching would pass riiiiiiiiiiiight on by.