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It had been some time since he'd sat down to have any sort of lengthy talk with Faust - not since the darkly furred Mauvian had ganked some fish and bolted with it, actually - though he did try to be friendly with Quenton and Faust as often as schedules might allow (this was generally infrequent as both men were busy). Today he was taking time out specifically to see Faust, mostly because he'd stopped back by the fish market and picked up something for the guardian cat while he'd done his own food shopping. Colin had been relieved when his face wasn't recognized by anyone, but he did end up feeling guilty enough to pay the fishmongers without trying to talk the prices down.

Getting messages to an alien being with a feline appearance wasn't always the easiest thing, but he'd managed (usually with Q's help). Not only had he brought fish, he'd brought his own lunch so they could go and have a picnic. Colin might have been feeling lonely enough to bribe the wise-cracking star-cat...or he might just have wanted to check in.

Whatever the reason, the blond would be over by Quenton's place on a Saturday afternoon, gift in hands (wrapped in newspaper and tied with twine, thank you), and looking forward to giving Faust a good surprise. Hopefully.

Upon hearing that the door was unlocked from Faust, Colin shifted his parcel so he could enter. "Hey! It's just me." He knew how busy Quenton could be and didn't find it all that strange that Faust would be the one 'answering' the door - he would have bet that it didn't happen if a particular sort of company wasn't expected. The sort that transformed and bounced around beating up monsters and the like.

Colin was definitely an animated sort. He was also grinning down at Faust as he shut the door behind him with one foot. "Yep. Brought it just for you. Where should I put it?" In a bowl? On a counter? The blond looked around curiously for Quenton, wanting to greet him as well as the darkly furred Mauvian but the muffled conversation told him that the Q-man was talking with someone, thus busy, so he returned his full attention to Faust.

"How're things going?"

"Okay okay, you're right. Dumb question." Faust's response to his question as to where to put the fish made the blond chuckle and shake his head, though he did unwrap the fragrant meat and set it down before the darkly furred Mauvian. That open maw looked awfully hungry and he would hate to have disappointed Faust. It did make sense that he'd not want it cooked, if he thought about it.

Colin then wiped his newsprint-stained fingertips against his dark jeans, leaning hip-shot against a counter while they conversed and Faust got to devour the fish. The Cat Café was definitely something he'd found interesting - and cool! - but Faust was clearly feeling a bit put upon having to deal with non-alien techno-cats. As a matter of fact, the blond had to stifle a chuckle at the jabs he was taking towards Quenton's apparent inability to care properly for Faust.

"Aw, surely it's not so bad? But if you want a place to crash away from the craziness, mine's open for you." He figured that the Mauvian was just annoyed by all the bustle and non-magical, non-alien cats he was having to help 'babysit" for the Catfé and wanted to vent a bit. Surely Quenton was caring for him properly - or helping to? Mauvian's were cat-like beings, but they really weren't cats. They were aliens. Fluffy, purring, claw-equipped aliens.

"Maybe we're at a saturation point? I haven't met any newly made senshi either. Knights yes, senshi no." Faust had a point though, there were surely people in the Negaverse they could bring back, purify. He didn't know if it could be done for the DMC, but anything was possible, wasn't it? Colin was contemplating this when his companion's words sank in. Sparkletits!? "I...uh, not really? I patrol a lot, get into fights." Colin shrugged a bit and idly scratched at a scar on his left forearm, pushing the soft material of his sleeve up. It was something he did more and more when he wasn't totally present, mentally. "Still mostly wondering if I'll ever move up the senshi ladder. Maybe get some pants. Get's cold, at night."

Was that stupid to say, yes, but he was still stuck on being called sparkletits, so the words coming from the blonde's mouth were a bit simple.

Faust dug into the fish with relish and for a moment the blonde couldn't help watching - to have such complete enjoyment in something was rare and wonderful, in his mind - but he soon turned his attention to looking around curiously and eventually settling comfortably into the space so he could talk to (or was it at) his furry companion.

Because it didn't seem as though he were paying much attention at all to anything but the fish...which was actually fine. Faust's comment about other cats, Earth cats, being like vegetables compared to him made a lot of sense. Poor Faust. "That's kind of how I felt in high school...I feel you. And I'm sure Quenton doesn't mean to insult you. Besides...humans really like cats, there are entire websites dedicated to them on the internet." He almost added that unfortunately most of them don't get to know any cats but the 'dumb normal kind' but thought better of it. Faust got it, he didn't have to over explain anything.

"Yeah, not much. I've been going out nightly and patrolling...done some fighting and all that, even met some new Knights and gave 'em a hand, but I am seriously dropping the ball." Colin could admit as much, they - the Order side, as a whole - really were not making much headway against the forces of Chaos. It was disturbing and also upsetting. So much so he didn't immediately catch the things that Faust said about sweatpants and upgrades, but when his brain caught up? He sparkled. "Really? I wonder...wouldn't it be something?"

So Colin fished out his henshin pen while Faust returned to chowing down on the fresh halibut and set it down with a definitive clack where the Mauvian could get to it. He wasn't going to rush the darkly furred Guardian, no...but he was excited now, and interested. Very interested in what might happen if Faust tried upgrading his pen.

Perhaps it was a sign of how highly he regarded the feline - or how cool the idea was - that he thought about it seriously. He did know the Knight Mistral, who had done something...similar (maybe?) - she'd killed a lot of people, good people, on accident...so maybe she'd know a way of killing a lot of bad people on purpose? "That's a good idea Faust, I know this Knight named Mistral...she might be able to help. I'll check in with her, if I can."

Colin watched with interest as Faust came over to his pen and inspected it; the whole process was something he was curious about - it was deeply arcane and shrouded in mystery. Just how could the Mauvians upgrade senshi powers and technologies? What special magics were inside their adorable, furry bodies that made them so compatible with powered life? So many questions that he would likely never be able to know appropriate answers to...unless he asked Faust or Ash - or both. But he was far too into what was going on to bother asking right then, especially not when he'd basically asked Faust to leave off his delicious meal just to do a favor for him.

"Oh, wow." His pen had changed shape and Faust was telling him how to activate it - he would, later, not in Quenton's house on top of the Catfe, that was just irresponsible and rude - and okay, it sounded really fruity. Ah well, some things you just couldn't help, right? "Thank you, Faust!" Colin reached down to fetch his newly upgraded magical stick and felt the heft and weight, the pointy bits and the symbol carved into the gem. The blond was really quite interested in running out and seeing what his costume's upgrade would be like...but no, he could wait. This was a social visit as much as anything; plus he wanted to make sure that when he brought more fish, it was the sort that Faust favored.

Was Faust going to be getting fresh fish fairly frequently for this? Oh yes. Yes he was. "You prefer a variety or is sticking with halibut good?" His expression and tone were completely serious as he asked; the fluffy black guardian was already chowing back down on the fish he'd brought this time, once more intent on his prize.

Colin watched Faust's reaction to learning that there might be a Knight that knew something about tactical nukes, but really he wasn't sure just what Mistral might or might not know. She would definitely be the one to ask...or maybe Ash.

Talk of future fish deliveries broke him from the slight reverie he'd been in, contemplating the nuke/technology quandary. "Well, I figured you'd want variety but I didn't want to assume in case you were picky." Preferences noted, he went back to fiddling with his new, pokey henshin pen. A star on top, huh? I wonder what they look like for Eternals....this is pretty cool. I wonder if I could've done it sooner...not that it matters. It's done now.

"Great!" He brightened and tucked his wand into a pocket, but then his expression got thoughtful. "I'd like to at least talk to Quenton a bit first...I'd feel weird if I'd been here and I hadn't." Especially if he was going to be absconding with Faust for a night. Running home senshi style sounded pretty good, he could check out if he got, gasp pants this time! Or you know, anything that wasn't a goddamned leotard under a sheer wrap.

The blond's ears were, of course, not as sensitive as Faust's probably were, but he could hear the sound of Quenton moving about, the other's voice getting stronger while also going through the typical end of call chatter. What luck, the Q-man was off the phone! "Quenton?" He called out, even taking a step or two towards where he thought the sounds were coming from. Once Quenton showed his face, Colin would greet him brightly and even wave his hand a bit in greeting.

"Hey, sorry to drop by like this. I had fish for Faust...and he upgraded my pen. It's all pokey and star-shaped now." Yeah, if he'd had a tail, it would be wagging. Faust's senshi "Friends" were odd folk, indeed.

It sounded as though Colin was interested in visiting Quenton now, which Faust took as prime opportunity to embark on his after-meal nap. This nap would later merit an after-nap nap, in order to recover from the exhaustive affair, but his schedule was clear of social calls and other duties per his own personal quota. Faust saw nothing wrong with taking a snooze while the Blondies discussed their paltry human affairs, so he made plans with himself to finish up the bathing exercise and then climb atop Quenton's folded stack of clean laundry before it found its way into the dresser.

Unfortunately for the Mauvian, his plans were soon thwarted by a pair of impervious sculpter's hands that sought both flanks. Faust grunted on pickup, and went lax as he was curled about upside-down against Quenton's chest, with his spine facing the floor. Feet splayed out at lax but awkward angles from the mountain of fluff that formed his body. Luckily Faust could continue washing his muzzle without a paw to assist.

"Yo, man, I was busy. You don't see me goin' around pickin' you up when you're in the middle of your weird phone calls, do you? Or bustin' in on your goddamn bath times..." However, the latter statement had occurred on a handful of occasions - no door was safe from his prying feline tendencies when he felt particularly needy.

Quenton's inquiry on Faust and Colin's exchange did, however, raise an interesting point. Faust could begin charging for Mauvian services, though he wasn't sure there was a large enough dearth of cats to make such a business out of it. But who cared? He might get one more deal out of it, and that was good enough for another chance at fish. "Damn, that's an idea I never thought of before. Chargin' for upgrades. I could get on board with that. Yo Colin, how much you think an upgrade to eternal is worth? I could get swordfish outta it. Or shark. Sheeit."

Faust looked back to Quenton. "Oh, and the whole tour bit's on you, Quenton. Better show 'im around."

Quenton paid no more mind to the idle complaints from the cat than he did from his once-lover long ago. Complaints of that sort were often as much of a compliment and assurance that the party felt secure and loved, and was making noise for the benefit of some odd version of personal dignity at the expense of another. Attention was a plus, non-attention was the real zero, or negative. Besides, I know Colin is hurting. His smile is too painted, compared to the color beneath his eyes and the hold of the muscles of his neck. Faust will sense the stress, and nothing is better for stress than a huge, purring cat. Even a space cat with an attitude.

"Sundays? You're more than welcome. To visit Faust? Or for some other specific reason? Not that you need one. You're welcome for any or no reason at all. " Quenton turned, opening his stance with a inviting wave further in. "Bath, kitchen, bed and trundled bed. If you pull it full out there's a false floor to some small crawl spaces. The dreams of portent....well, it is better to be prepared. "

If there came need for a senshi and knight sort of freedom road through hiding, recalling the Underground of American and the Holocaust, then the CatFe could stand for a time as part of the system to get people out. Out to where remained a mystery. The Wonders of Earth, however many there were, should be made fortified places with provision and allies. In a perfect world, that very year.

In a perfect world.

"Sitting area and there's the porch. Open layout to hide the crawl spaces and supply corners. The hideaways are also fortified so that knocking on them reveals less of a hollow. "

"The Catfe is going well. The reservations system is keeping it steady as well as making an artificial rarity to keep demand high. The recipes are all fresh and exacting and the cats are all friendly. No adoptions yet for the regular felines. Even if Lord Ouiji here is trying to kick everyone else out of his domain. "