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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 8:45 pm
Stephen had to admit that he'd been grateful for the message he'd discovered on his machine. After the park, Stephen decided that perhaps he should go a more mild route with socializing his ward. It wasn't as though the park had been too horrible- the boy had at least shown interest in...Romeo, was it? The darker-haired and more mellow of Marco's trio. Still, the noises and stimulus had startled the boy and he didn't seem too inclined to go again, shaking his head furiously whenever the idea was proposed. So a home visit...well, it seemed more ideal for the introverted kitten.
It really was an ingenious idea, requesting a parent contact roster to arrange visits. He had wonder why he hadn't thought of that himself; at any rate, he'd have to call and see if they could provide him a copy as well.
Stephen walked up to the front door and wrapped lightly with his knuckles. Luka stood beside him, fidgeting unhappily with his clothes. Stephen had stuck him in overalls today- harder for the boy to tug off...especially with the duct tape he'd stuck over the front buttons. After a few seconds, he could feel the boy latch onto his leg.
"Up." he mumbled.
"Why don't you stand like a big boy, Luka?" he coaxed, trying to carefully detach the boy's claws from his leg.
Luka shook his head, attempting to climb his guardian's side. "No. Up. Up, up, up." he said defiantly.
Stephen felt his pants slide a bit and he grabbed the hem. "Alright, alright! he said, scooping the boy up.
Luka latched happily to his guardian's chest, twisting slightly to look at the door. He furrowed his brow and then looked back to the man curiously. Sometimes...the kit could say a lot without saying a word.
"We're here to meet a new friend." Stephen explained.
Luka stared a the door a bit more before turning back around and burying his face in the blond's chest. "Home. he mumbled.
Stephen sighed. Ah, maybe the boy would loosen up once he got inside and met the other child. It sounded like the girl would be quiet and mellow enough to not outright startle Luka, and could only hope that the bobtail didn't upset her routine too much. But, with Luka being a low-key child...well, ideally things would work well enough.
Ideally.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 5:17 pm
For Kit Weathersby, this parent-child visit was Round Two, and she had prepared accordingly. This time, Jodie had upgraded her safe zone from her room upstairs to the couch, and though she was quieter than usual, the beluga stared blankly from under her silken wrappings with no complaint, which for Kit meant that she was content. Something slow, melodic, and strings-based floated out from the kitchen area, barely loud enough to hear, and on the coffee table Kit had already arranged stacks of paper neatly, just how Jodie had liked it. The floors had been swept, the room lightly scented of Fabreeze, and all and all Kit felt like she had made her living room more like Jodie's safe room than the safe room itself.
It was a shame it would not last like this forever.
The sound of the knock made Jodie shiver from under her blankets, but did not seem to startle her like the doorbell seemed to. Kit did her best not to move too quickly to the door (Jodie seemed to get skittish when things suddenly started moving), and opened the door, smiling at the man and his son. After all, there was something endearing about the father-son relationship, and Kit couldn't help but internally coo at Luka, the cute thing that he was. With any luck, Jodie would even be fond of the ears.
"I'm going to guess that you're Stephen? Hi, I'm Kit," the woman greeted with a nod, motioning for him to come inside. In the same movement, she looked over her shoulder at Jodie, who had not moved for the entirety of the exchange. "Jodie, we have visitors," Kit said in as sweet of a voice as she could manage. Jodie responded by leaning forward and grabbing a sheet of paper, staring at it curiously. Not once did she look up to acknowledge the other two in her home.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 8:19 pm
Stephen smiled pleasantly, steeping inside when invited. "Yes, that would be me. And this little lump is Luka." he said. The kitten looked at the woman with wide eyes before squeaking and burying his face into his guardian's chest again, nervously kneading at the man's shirt and chest. Stephen winced a bit at the pinprick sensation of the boy's claws, but otherwise kept up his mellow smile. "He's a bit shy, but he's a good kid. Low-key, for the most part." Low-key, withdrawn...same thing.
He wriggled the boy, detaching his grip and setting him down despite the kitten's objections of 'nooo, up!'. He helped slip off the coat the kitten had been wearing, hoping once more that the duct-tape kept the boy in his overalls today. He gave the boy a light push in Jodie's direction.
Luka looked back at his guardian pitifully, fidgeting with a pale blue blanket he had hanging out the front of his overall. He fished it out and wrung it more, wobbling over to the new person. He stopped by the coffee table, not really looking at Jodie, ever-fidgeting with his blankie.
Stephen looked at the two (well, at least the boy hadn't darted under a table or chair yet) before looking to Kit. "Was there a specific way you wanted to handle things?" he intoned. Sometimes, when you had a child with a condition, there were certain methods and routines to respect. He wanted this to go smoothly for both children, after all.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:46 pm
Kit couldn't help it--she held her breath as she watched the other toddler teeter towards her little girl, and prayed internally that nothing would set her off. All she wanted was for things to go normally, for Jodie to have someone that she could play with and learn with...Was that too much to ask, even with the girl's condition?
"...I'll step in if I feel like things are going to get bad, but I've been trying to let Jodie explore things on her own. Get her out of her shell a little bit, you know?" She glanced back over to Stephen and smiled through her worried expression, then looked to the children once more. "The most important thing for her is to get used to the presence of other people."
Jodie, in the meanwhile, ran one of her hands over the smooth surface of the paper, humming to herself in approval. Rather abruptly, she lifted her gaze in the general direction of Luka, and without so much as looking him in the eye she reached out and grabbed for one of his ears with a tiny white hand. Like the paper, she assessed the strange new material, then gave it a soft upwards yank as if she expected it to come off.
"Jodie, no," Kit said sternly, walking over to the two and quickly pulling the girl's hand away. Without so much as a frown, Jodie began to run her fingers across her blanket again, staring out across the living room. "Jodie," the woman continued, her voice soft and slow. "This is Luka. Say Luka. Lu-ka."
"Loo-kah," the girl parroted, her gaze expressionless. She looked down to the cat-boy, but seemed to look through him, not at him, never quite making eye contact. "Loo-kah."
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 3:13 pm
The touching of his ears wasn't too much a bother, though he did stiffen up a bit uneasily. Cats- whether they were domestic of genetically enhanced- generally were not fond of having their ears messed around with. But he seemed to be tolerating the invasion for a moment, frozen solid. He was...nervous. Not quite good with other people. His pupils dilated in an animal expression of unease and at the tug, he gave a small cry. It was only when Kit came over and tugged the girl's hand away that Luka finally remembered how to use his legs and made an escape.
He bolted over to a chair, miraculously not tripping over his own feet like usual, clambering up into the seat and then onto the back, balancing in a teetering manner. High places were safe. Not a lot of people could climb like him. Safe. He stared over at the girl, kneading the back of the chair, just watching.
Stephen edged closer, wincing a bit. At least he hadn't hissed or squalled. It tended to be a response to being startled rather than a precursor to a strike, he noticed, and a jarring sound could easily upset both children here. Once close enough, he lifted the boy from the chair, setting him down again.
"It's okay Luka...go on, go back over. She just wanted to see how your ears felt. They're special ears, remember? And you touch to see how things feel all the time..." he coaxed, pleased when the boy hesitantly toddled over.
He didn't like having his ears pulled. It hurt. But he edged over slowly, hiding behind Kit and peeking over at Jodie again. He wobbled a few steps closer, slowly raising his hands and putting them over his ears to prevent another incident.
He looked back and forth between the two that had been interating his name, feeling a bit left out. Slowly he pointed at himself, looking up at Kit. "Luka?" He looked over at the girl, still pointing at himself. "Luka?"
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