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Hiro was, unfortunately, a creature of habit. When he wasn't tucked into the side of Alkaid or Tanzanite, he 'patrolled' the same area - if only because it was where his favourite senshi and officers tended to work. Hiro was hoping for either Painite in the park or Alunite in an alleyway (with a lead pipe, his mind helpfully quipped), but he'd take just about anyone, really. Yelling at the newbies was always fun, the kids still so weirded out by talking cats. Hiro chuckled to himself.

Trotted up to the entrance of the park, Hiro eyed the stone wall. He could easily jump the wall that ran the length of it, but, really, why bother when he could walk through the open gate like a human? Anyone he saw him would just think he was a stray cat chasing pigeons (ew, really? ew, they were diseased or something, Hiro was sure) or looking for a safe place to spend the night.

He wasn't the only cat making his way in or out of the park. More importantly, he wasn't the only Mauvian.

The problem with their natural energy-dampening was that it was almost impossible to sense each other unless you were right on top of each other. Hiro paused at the park entrance, one paw still raised in the air. Slowly he head turned to one side, teal eye narrowing at the cat sitting atop the wall. His tail lashed, once, twice, before he forced it to be still.

He extended his senses. No senshi in the area. So Chloe wasn't the bait in a senshi trap, Hiro was tentatively sure. Which didn't mean there wouldn't be a fight - she'd handled herself rather well in their last spat for all that she looked like a pampered housecat.

"If you're looking for Ammolite," Hiro took great pleasure in using Lyra's new name in front of Chloe, despite how much it personally rankled Hiro (senshi should not have to try and pretend to be regular Negaverse officers), "I'm afraid tonight isn't one of our training nights."

It was always nice to wave Lyra - Ammolite - in front of her former Mauvian. She was Hiro's now, and Hiro did love to hoard what was his (which was everything he chose it to be, really). Of course, last time Hiro had flaunted Lyra/Ammolite, things had taken a turn for the sharp and claw-y. Muscles bunched, Hiro lowering his chest slightly in case Chloe decided on a dive attack from above.

Hit and score, Hiro thought as Chloe bristled and insisted on Lyra's senshi name. He fought against the chuckle rising in his throat - he didn't want a twenty-clawed death from above if he could avoid it.

One ear swivelled backwards. A proposition...? Well, at least it wasn't a fight she was looking for. Not yet, anyway.

Hiro let himself relax slightly (but not too much, because for all the White Moon called themselves 'good' they were just as capable of lies and trickery as the Negaverse). He sat, staring up at the Siamese Mauvian. If nothing else, this ought to be entertaining. He'd hear her out for that reason alone.

"Proposition?" he repeated sceptically. "If this is like Dahlia's offer, then while you have very fine taste, no thank you. That's not my idea of a recreational pasttime."

Chloe wasn't the only one rolling her eyes (well, eye). Open mind, whatever. (Open ears, for information? Sure.) Machine. Oh god, they tried to build something. Had it run amok? Rampaging in downtown Destiny City, news at 11? Really, the White Moon cats were having delusions of grandeur if they thought-

"- to bring us back and forth from Mau."

Hiro was instant attention. Well. Someone certainly was having delusions of grandeur - but even grander than Hiro had expected. Still, that was the magic word. Mau. Something warm and painful unfurled in his chest, a stronger tug than even the visit to the Outpost had caused.

Home. He couldn't remember it. Had no idea what it would be like. But he wanted so badly to go there.

And the White Moon cats would have been and gone without him, if they'd had their way. He glared at Chloe. It was obvious that the only reason he was here was because they'd already tried and failed. They certainly weren't sharing out of any idea of brother- or sisterhood.

So he felt a little justified in letting his tail curl lazily in the air as he purred, "So did it blow up in your face or was it just a big non-event?"

He was hoping explosion, really. Serve them right. But for all his taunting, Hiro wasn't walking away. He waited to see what Chloe really wanted.

For Chloe, Hiro wouldn't lift a paw. But for Mau? Oh yes, Hiro would play along for Mau.

... Well, there were some people he had to run things by first. But he was willing to actually do that instead of turning Chloe down flat. Hiro wasn't sure what they could bring to the table numbers-wise. Himself, and he thought Dahlia would come along for the ride. Whether they could locate fur or tail of the early, long-missing Negacats? Unknown. Still, even just two extra might make a difference to this 'crunching numbers' that Chloe spoke of.

Hiro tilted his head to one side, tail resuming tracing lazy loops in the air. "I'll forward your proposal on," he said. "That's the best I can do for now."

Chances were that Tanzanite would be all for it. But if she said no, well... then he'd have to decide if sneaking was worth it (Mau was, but he'd have to sneak so well that there was no chance Tanz would find out, otherwise he would be just a tiny toyger-skin rug in the General-Queen's throne room).

"Meet me here tomorrow night," he said. "I'll have an answer for you."

And for once, he wasn't even thinking of laying a trap.