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For all that it was winter and their was often snow on the ground, Tiberius had found a spot that was graced by the sun often enough that it presented as primo sun-bathing space. The chill in the air didn't actually bother him, he had a thick undercoat and was actually built for the snow, being some mix of Norwegian Forest Cat and/or Maine Coon with god only knew what else.

His thickly furred bulk sprawled in the block of warm light to absorb as much as possible as he watched the passing humanity from the raised perch of someone's shed. It just put his gaze over the fence if he raised it to look, as he was doing now, tufted ears flicking and swiveling to catch the less-busy sounds of Destiny City.

Usually he hung out in more populous areas, but today he was taking it easy. A bit of liberated catnip, most of a stolen MacDonald's hash brown, and he was feeling pretty good about things. The tip of the Mauvian's tail flicked slowly, rhythmically, eyes slitted against the strong light filtering down to warm his fur; with a huff Tiberius began chewing at the fluff between his toes. This is the life, really it is.

Something unpleasant crept up along the edges of his senses, building from the faint memory of a bio-hazard bin on a hot day to the full on fur-rippling, skin-prickling, growl-inducing grate of Order aura incoming, sharp and cutting across his senses the way fresh grass could be. Or really hot pepper flakes.

Twisting up further, Tiberius' scented the air, mouth dropping open to allow the particulate in the air to run past the vomeronasal system like it might help more accurately determine the local of the signature. It didn't help as much as he would have liked, there was too much going on - wait

Scent and sight brought sharp eyes built for distance to a bright, fluffy shape. Another Mauvian! Order, the way he'd been briefly.

Without thinking, the tabby was up and crouched, chittering excitedly as any cat with prey spotted as the dark ridge of fur down his spine rose slowly and his tail went bottle brush, lashing side to side and no doubt made for a loud announcement to the other Mauvian as to where he were located.

"Heeeeeeeey." Tiberius called out, not sure if he wanted to talk or fight, he wasn't certain yet. It depended on this other Mau - but he was interested, to say the least.

The other cat had good instincts, crouching low and defensive immediately, but then it stood and seemed interested instead of wary. Tiberius wasn't certain if the Angora was friendly or foolhardy, but he was gonna find out.

Tibs lifted his tail up in a similar question mark quirk. "Curious. What's a nice kid like you doing near a baaaad cat like me without soundin' the alarms?" Rising up, the massive Mauvian took a few steps along the roof to come closer, ears perked forward.

"Innit what you Order types do? Or are you a bit different, prettiness?"

"Oh, my bad prettiness." Slowly the thick black ridge down his back sank to rejoin the rest of his sleek mackerel tabby puffs as the erector pilli relaxed. This one might be a good time. Tiberius opened his mouth to scent the air better, trying to catch whether this one had been altered or not by the humans, but it was too cold to catch a whiff of even sex so he gave up for visual observations instead.

"You're not half-bad, if you got all that in your brain." It was pleasing to meet another Mauvian of an age that wasn't an immediate idiot - he'd only met a few as they were rarer, and those he had interacted with could be...trying.

Arthur came closer; he flicked his tail out behind him and pricked whiskers forward curiously. "Tiberius." The massive Mauvian chuckled, then sneezed violently into the snow before pretending stoically that he'd done nothing of the sort the way all cats did. "An' no. I'm real friendly-like. Some just scare easy."

"But not you, Arthur. No. You've got more brain than 'n** in there. Betcha got a good team, too."

Up close, Tiberius could smell that the name wasn't some ironic play. Another tom, cattin' up Destiny City - but this one, well. "Who's cold?" The Angora was settling up against him like it was no thing, speaking matter-of-factly as though Tibs wouldn't sell him for a corn chip. Which, he probably would, considering whom his Mistress was.

"That's a damn shame, prettiness." He rumbled a chuckle, tail thumping the snow behind them in a rhythmic manner that suggested amusement and thought. "I don't have a senshi bond either. I have a general. And some senshi I look after. And officers. It's pretty nice, I gotta say." Plus, he was able to spend an amount of time laying on General King Axinite's desk, getting in the way, and even eating pancakes the Sovereign made for him. What better life could a Mauvian want?

Restrictive was a good word for it though - his Mistress had put him on a diet and exercise regimen that he felt sucked the fun out of life. No pizza, no beer. horrid. "Cushy place to live, primo food. All the tech I could ever want - it's not a bad gig." Tibs didn't mind the obvious investigation, they were having a back and forth - an exchange. He was fine with it.

"You got a regular place, or you just bed-hop?" Tufted ears pricked forward with interest.

Tiberius swept his thickly plumed tail around Arthur, puffing up some so the Angora was snuggled further into his thick, gunmetal-and-cinnamon fur. Such an open invitation - how could an opportunist resist? "Sure there prettiness, however you like." He'd even shift the heft of his body to fit more snuggly against Arthur. He could be nice like that.

Arthur's tale of being a 'stray' Mauvian was not an unknown one to Tiberius; he had been much the same, hanging out mostly with some hippie guy and in a colony fed by a kindly older lady for a while. Before he'd woken to his actual life and swiftly been yeeted into his General's loving arms. "Guessin' you're not gonna tell me where those senshi live, so I won't ask. Just like you won't ask where my senshi live either."

With a hearty chuckle, the mackerel tabby began chewing at the thick fur between his toes. "Oh, I go down to the theater and tussle to get queens, build robots and programs...I like to read and watch sci-fi too." Tiberius paused in his chewing to take a lick at the top of Arthur's head, grooming the other Mauvian more interesting than grooming himself. "An' sometimes I get real lucky and someone interesting comes along. Like you, prettiness."

A line came floating through his brain, Ian had used it on Delphine to great effect so he figured it was a good one. "As you wish, prettiness." Tiberius kept his attention half on what was being said and half on adding his scent to Arthur's fur while grooming him; he might have been an alien and technically not actually a member of Felus catus, but the instincts were still there.

"You ever wanna learn code, we'll work something out. I wouldn't mind--" But he was easily distracted by being groomed in return and lost his train of thought.

Tibs smoothed over the fur of Arthur's cheek and set his own jet-engine purr going. "Doll, you got my undivided attention." He flexed his claws, non-threatening but in anticipation, and whuffed at Arthur's ear.

He knows this area, so he must live near-ish. Or keeps it within common territory. Interesting bit you let slip there, Arthur. I'll keep that in mind. Tufted ears tipped forward, then swept back around to gather sound as he considered what he'd learned, brain clicking away in the space of a few seconds. "Guess even good boys want some bad in 'em, heh. I aim to please, prettiness."

Tiberius unfolded himself from Arthur, giving the other Mauvian one last lick to his muzzle before rising and stretching the way cats did; long and fluffy first to put air between the joints, then balled up and ballular in shape after whilst arching the spine. "Shall we then?" His tail trailed behind him, a proud plume made heavier with clinging snow; Tibs was perfectly happy to let Arthur lead them to his little 'love nest' for their private tryst.

Order wasn't all bad, after all.