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“Ever! Would you answer the door?” Zac’s voice echoed through the apartment, perhaps not the wisest idea given that there would be no explaining where the second person had gone if it was a stranger. Then again he really had no qualms about ordering the disposal of those irritating door-to-door salesmen or Jehovah Witnesses, anyone who peddled door to door regardless of the intent or product were, in his opinion ‘for the litter box’ to put it politely. If there was one thing he was good at, it was opinions.

He’d been tempted to install a cat door, or rather order its installation but he still hoped this wasn’t a permanent problem. He padded his way to the door and tried to peer underneath it in the hopes he might recognize a bit of shoe or something of the like so he could prepare to issue whatever orders came next.

He thought he made a fairly convincing cat; maybe it was just because he assumed, or he would say ‘knew’, that he was in charge.

Wolframite could HEAR Zac inside and only meowed louder, not sure but feeling someone was inside. If that was the case, he couldn't well talk to someone who wasn't in the Negaverse. Damn this secrecy! This was an emergency!

The door did open, and he landed back on all fours to look up, up, UP at the person he had never seen before. Who was he? Did Zac have a brother? He didn't look related. A friend? This wasn't good. He had hoped he could be alone with Zac to talk before he was thrown out for looking like a random stray.

He only had one chance.

Wolframite darted back to the stranger and raced in to look for Zac. Zac. Sac. Sac. Oh look, a kitty. Zac. Zaa..

Wolframite took a double take to look at the cat and a small signature of energy he knew.

Oh no. He...was he...

Wolframite raced over and whispered in the cat's ear. "Zink?"

"Wolfram...." A puzzled expression on Ever's face faded out to something faintly annoyed as the door clicked shut, his mouth pressing into a line and eyebrows tugging down. Wolframite was bad news, as far as he was concerned, and it was a boon that the kitty didn't know who the hell he was.

Not yet, at least.

He clicked the lock into place, too, smoothing a hand through his hair as he started toward the kitchen. "It didn't hit me, though, and it didn't hit Ash...Fluorite, so we're safe there, at least. It's not all of us, and there's still some ranking officers who are safe..."

He paused, in the doorway, voice raised and tone gone dry. "You kitties want me to put down some cream?"

A pause and a small shifting of feet, tiny nails scratching at the wood before he answered “Ilmenite.” And stood to wander towards the kitchen area where he hopped onto the counter. “Have you eaten recently?” The topic shift towards food was as much a polite offer (if about to conscript Ilmenite into slave labor) as it was to dodge any questions about why they were in one place.

He couldn’t quite help the flick of a tongue over his muzzle at the idea of cream, nice buttery…god what was he THINKING!?

A small shudder and then he suggested. “Perhaps some tuna?”

Zac normally hated tuna fish.

It took about a moment before he realized he was craving something else ‘awful’ and his ears flattened, he looked like he was ready to hurl a hairball but the craving lingered. “God this had best not be permanent.”

"Not really." Wolframite explained, following Zink as he tried not to think that Ever was here. They never seemed to get along, at least not when they were in uniform. He doubted it would be any better in any other form.

As Zink easily jumped up on the counter, Wolframite jumped and fell back on the ground. With his knew low height, his already poor depth perception was now altered and he had to get used to it all over again. After a moment, Wolframite tried again and landed on the counter with a little less than feline grace, and licked his fur as if he hadn't just fallen moments before. Yeah. He meant to do that. Cats didn't make dumb mistakes.

As the plates were offered, he nearly meowed at the light of it, but choked it down. Instead, he moved to the offered plate, but watched Ever as he moved about the kitchen. When Tanzanite was mentioned, he frowned, as much as a small cat could, and wondered if she could do anything about this.

"It has to be senshi magic. They're the only ones who do stuff like that." Case and point, that whole sleeping wave scare.

Moving over, he assessed his tuna, and then started to eat. Still, he did wonder if he was getting cream too. He hoped so.

The mention of his rank made Ever shift, straighten a touch, pausing in his sandwich-making to shoot a sideways look to Wolframite. It was brief. Calculating. Checking. He almost immediately returned to his work, cleaning the knife on the top piece of bread and closing up the sandwich.

He left the knife there in case one of them desperately wanted to lick it.

"...I haven't run into anyone else, but...but I haven't been going out quite as much as I used to, I guess." He made a seesawing gesture, eyes flicking to Zink. Mostly he was sticking around to help there. Or to keep an eye on him. Who knew.

"Maybe we should be appealing to someone who knows about...about magic or..." He tossed up a hand, clueless, and took a bite into his sandwich.

“True, but the majority of them were made to forget nearly anything by the white moon when they joined us, the chances are that...” He broke off with a startled yowl, jumping strait into the air and landing again before hopping side ways back arched and tail a small bottlebrush at attention. His ears flat and eyes wide as he growled, ducking a shoulder to properly angle himself to bite at soft underbellies if Ladon pressed forward for his tail again.

A moment later, with a hissy huff he was sitting trying to undo the puff in his fur, which was obstinate with irritation, still eyeing the General-cat with a low occasional growl as he continued.

“As I was saying is chances are they won’t know EITHER but if we can pull the wool over the eyes of the senshi since we have these –stars- on our heads, perhaps one of them can tell us what they were doing.”