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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 6:15 pm
The ride back in Brian's arms had been surprisingly nice and, by the time they crossed into the camp, Misha had gone from limp with exhaustion to limp with relaxation. It felt good to be held like that after such fear and panic, she decided. Even better because she trusted Brian more than most others. Beth and he had quickly become her closest friends and, if someone had to beat her up and drag her home, she was glad it was them. Which sounded really warped in her head, to be honest, so she suspected it was best that she could not vocalize at the moment. Perhaps she was still adrenaline-drunk. It didn't matter, though. She was safe and sound and in Brian's arms. Of course, this was far different than the last time she had been in such a nice position and certainly not the way she expected to be there the next time. At least he wasn't carrying her in the "sack of potatoes" carry he had mentioned on their Skype call. She sighed and turned her head a bit to press her muzzle against his neck briefly. It was the best thank you she could offer at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 6:29 pm
When Misha the Cat sighed, Brian gave her head another little scratch. She was still herself, even if she was inside the wrong body. Hopefully she would only be like this for a short time. He felt her breath and nose against his neck and leaned into it slightly. It was a little weird, sure, but there was no reason to feel all too differently. Or course, her nose was also cold and wet now and he had no plans to rendezvous on the beach with her, but he felt that she agreed.
He said nothing until they made it back to camp. He laid her back slightly so he could look her in the eyes, and my was it strange. Her eyes were strange and golden and cat-like, but they were still obviously Misha's.
"Are you alright?" He paused to let her answer. "Do you think you need medical attention?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 6:43 pm
She shook her head immediately. Misha figured she had worried him more than enough. Any pain inflicted during the fight and capture in the woods already faded and, while he had said she was bleeding, she did not feel it. The look on his face had her more worried than any lingering aches of her own new form. It was so frustrating to not be able to talk to him! To ask him if he was okay, to apologize. She sighed again, this time in frustration and resignation. Her eyes never wavered from his, though. She blinked slowly. Then, a bit awkwardly, she managed to pat one paw against his shoulder. She was okay. She hoped he was, too. WC: 321
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 7:10 pm
Good. It was good that she wasn't in pain. This whole magical-protection thing was definitely good for people in their line of work. When she patted him, though, he couldn't help but laugh. That was a bizarre, adorable motion from an over-sized cat. Her ears were pretty cute too, actually, but he did much prefer the human Misha still.
"Do you want to just sit a while?" he asked, but he was already beginning to sit. It was awkward with a large animal in your arms, but it was possible. He wanted to just sit and relax for a while. He wanted Misha to be able to regroup, and he needed it himself.
Now, it was still a little strange to be holding a naked albeit fuzzy Misha. He wondered if there was some way he could help to cover her up. If she turned back, and he preferred to think that she was definitely going to, she'd presumably still be lacking clothing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 7:48 pm
The moment Brian started to sit and she felt the balance shift, Misha went wide-eyed and half-flung herself against him for better control. Her long cat-legs were not made for wrapping around his neck but she managed something close enough to provide extra safety for them both. Once they were settled firmly, she huffed and shifted and met his look with a sort of feline smile of amusement. Then she nodded her head in response to his offer to just sit and rest. That worked for her. With a squirm, though, she got Brian to loosen his hold a bit so she could better arrange herself on his lap. A few moments and some fidgeting and Misha was able to curl up in something rather like what a house-cat would do on its owner's lap. She rested her chin on his forearm, twisting in such a way that she could still watch his face closely. She did not yet trust him to drag her somewhere for first aid. WC: 489
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 4:49 pm
The sudden cat-cling was pretty amusing, probably only because it hadn't involved accidental claws. What did it feel like to have fold-up toes, he wondered? Well, either way, they made it to the ground safely.
It actually took some reminding to get Brian to release his grip. He had initially been so worried that she'd try and escape that he had clung rather tightly, but it had devolved into a bit of a snug hug. They were back at camp, though, so after a couple of moments or realization he was able to force himself to let go. Luckily, Misha didn't go sprinting for the woods again.
She curled up and he smiled, stroking her back with his free arm.
His next comment almost got crude. He smirked at the thought and corrected himself. "This isn't exactly what I meant by us sparring." Misha would try to keep the mood light, so he would too.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 5:34 pm
It was a well-known belief that cats can smirk; Misha proved it a worthy belief as she lifted her head a bit to give him a lazy, slightly smug look. Her strange golden eyes reflected the amusement. She knew what he was trying to do and she appreciated it. Besides the sight of Brian smirking meant that he was having the most interesting of thoughts. Her friend held excellent poker faces but she felt sure she was learning the quirks and breaks in them. That thought gave her something far more pleasant to dwell on than the fact that she was a big goddamn cat. His hand moved along her back, fingers running through her fur. She arched slightly without thinking and her eyes half-closed. Okay. So that was a plus of being a cat, she supposed. She doubted he would be quite so open with affection in public if she weren't sporting ears and a tail. Or maybe he would? He surprised her more and more. Whatever the reason, it served as a nice distraction. Misha exhaled in contentment and glanced up at him again with a funny little cat-smile. She still planned on holding him to his sparring offer, not to mention the walk on the beach. WC: 698
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 6:04 pm
Were cats really capable of facial expressions? He supposed it was more likely that they could and didn't than couldn't. Cats didn't reflexively smile, at least not for the same reasons people did. Misha the Cat, however, seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it.
It was a little odd to hold a one-sided conversation. He didn't have to do it much even as a cop. He laughed slightly at her sudden arch.
"Sorry, is it weird to be petting you?" Even people liked being pet now and again, though. It was just that Misha had become a cat and wasn't wearing clothes. At her weird little smile, he felt the urge to lean down and kiss her nose. He realized that that may be a bit too affectionate, though, and so avoided the urge. She was just so cute! He had to keep reminding himself that this was still Misha, fuzzy kitty body or not.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 6:43 pm
Misha immediately lifted her head again and shook it. Then she moved enough to drape one of her legs over his forearm where it rested on his knee. Tipping her head, she leaned it against his chest as if listening to his heart beat. The tip of her ear just barely tickled beneath his chin. His heartbeat was steady. It was reassuring. He was still human and so was Beth and most of the others. She was inconvenienced but, Misha thought, it could be worse. It was only temporary, too. In the meantime, she would not mind if he kept petting her. WC: 800
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 6:53 pm
So maybe with a cat form came new and improved boundaries on touching? Brian couldn't be sure. He knew that he wouldn't be petting Misha if she was still in human form, though. In fact, he smiled when her ear tickled his chin and went back to petting her. He scritched her cheek when she leaned her head against his chest and then continued to stroke her back.
"Well, good. You make a cute cat, by the way. I mean, I'm still partial to human, but I bet you could do some intense scouting work."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 7:10 pm
Scouting work, huh? Misha shifted to look at him thoughtfully. The idea had not occurred to her. Then again, she had been half out of her mind with fear and panic up until about twenty minutes previously. She knew she could move fast in this form and her own natural grace was amplified even more. Eyes on Brian's face, she tried to focus on different senses, one at a time, to test his theory. As her ears swiveled to catch the various noises of the camp, she hummed a bit. It worked. Now what about... Feeling more than a little wicked, Misha stretched up to bury her muzzle against the juncture of Brian's neck and shoulder. She inhaled deeply and was hit by a myriad of layered scents. Mud and sweat and musk and green damp things and Brian, something she had no words for. "Mrrrrrrmmm." WC: 946
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 7:19 pm
Brian tilted his head slightly as Misha studied him. He wasn't sure exactly what she was doing himself, but he saw her nostrils whuffle and her ears swivel. Her senses must be very heightened in this state. If she had a cat outside she must have a cat inside too, right? It was terrible basic to think, but it was true. She must be hearing and seeing things she never could before!
Her head came up, though, and he tilted his neck back. He trusted her not to bite him but he still wasn't sure what she was up to. When she inhaled he laughed.
"Are you sniffing me?!" His voice was still lowered to private-ish standards, but it had definitely risen.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 7:41 pm
"Mmrrrmph," came the muffled response and it tickled his neck more. Misha angled a bit more to press her nose directly against the skin just beneath his ear. She could not laugh in this form but she wanted to, the warmth and silliness of the moment catching her up. WC: 995
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 8:42 pm
Brian laughed and pulled his head away, rubbing the spot under his ear with the same shoulder. It tickled! It was odd how Misha the Cat had gone from attacking them to the same old Misha in the span of ten minutes.
"Stop, stop," he said with a laugh, but honestly he was just happy to see her up and moving again.
"Hey, in a little bit I'm going to head out and look for more Chosen, alright?" he asked, trying to catch her golden eyes. For now, though, he just wanted to sit.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 9:20 pm
Misha paused at his words, drawing back from her attempts to tickle his neck again. She blinked at him slowly. Then her gaze ran over his face intently, head tipping to one side. Finally, she nodded to show she understood. She might not like the idea of him going out to fight again but he was Brian and that is what he did. He was more than capable. She was just being selfish. He had said "in a little bit," though, so she settled down again in his lap and nuzzled his hand. WC: 1088
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