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MCA, Apartment -2, Wednesday Morning [10/24].

Well. Rosa had finally spent the night at Seivarden's place for a change, but she was having some pretty mixed feelings about the fact that that hadn't been the only thing different about last night. On the one hand, being in a different body completely alien to your own was weird as hell and kind of creepy and gross. On the other hand, she'd turned into a seriously bad ass animal (surprising no one, really), and it was kind of hard not to acknowledge the fact that animal her was freaking awesome.

But by the time the morning rolled around, she was feeling bored and restless, unable to help a persistent need to prowl and hunt (namely: squirrels, which she was pretty sure was not a typical natural prey for a panther, but why was she trying to make sense out of this, anyway?), and there was only so much room to pace in her, so she decided to just claim the couch for herself, stretching out comfortably, idly grooming her paws.

And occasionally sending a cool, smug glance across the living room to where she knew Issa was hiding from the much bigger, much less domesticated feline in the room. Yes, she knew it was stupid and petty as hell, but she just couldn't help feeling lofty about clearly being the superior, dominate predator in the room. Yeah, that's right, you dumb cat. Maybe she'd remember this, too, when Rosa was back to her normal self.

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Seivarden walked into the living room, looking sleepy. Last night definitely hadn't turned out according to her plans, and why had she invited Rosa as a panther to stay?

Because... well, never mind.

When she saw Rosa the panther taking up the whole couch, which was Issa's favourite spot, her eye's widened.

"What did you do to my cat?!"

Rosa took a moment to stretch out languidly, somehow managing to take up even more of the couch than she had before, tapping into that wonderful ability that all cats have to break physics in managing to seem incredibly variable in length and size. And then, as she settled again, because she was bored and because of the note of surprise in Seivarden's voice, she thought she'd go ahead and make a point of licking her jaw, her teeth, as one might when they were a panther who'd just helped herself to a tasty snack.

A ruse that Issa immediately ruined by letting out an objecting mrrrow from her hiding spot, and Rosa grunted, all but rolling her eyes that way.

Spoilsport.

Seivarden looked towards where that sound came from, and let out a breath when she saw Issa.

"If you hurt Issa, I'm going to..." She made a gesture with her hand.

If you've ever wondered what it felt like to be side-eyed hard by a panther, Seivarden, well...now you knew. Part of it was because Rosa was really wondering how she planned to finish that sentence with Rosa in her current state, and the other part was just wondering if Seivarden actually thought Rosa'd be dumb enough to do anything to her cat. She knew how nuts she was over Issa, in the same way Rosa was nuts about Arlo 2. She'd destroy everything around her and then some if anything happened to that dumb dog, so she got that.

So she was going to just yawn and rest her chin on her folded paws while she watched Seivarden to go check on her poor precious baby, ready to hit her with her best Really? expression when she was finished.

Seivarden scooped Issa up in her arms, and the cat seemed content with that, although her gaze was fixed on the panther on the couch.

"Good." Seivarden could at least understand that expression. Rosa might be a panther, but she was still Rosa.

Then, after a brief pause, she added: "Do you need food?"

The 'I fed you when you were a panther' was a good argument in the discussions about who should pay for drinks.

Yeah, Rosa would be pretty hard pressed to make a good case against that one, but her mind was hardly on banal pissing contests about not picking up a bill. It was more on trying to seem extremely casual and unconcerned with the suggestion of eating something, a very difficult task when her very expressive ears and tail immediately twitched eagerly at the word food.

She was hungry. And pretending to have possibly eaten Seivarden's cat only reminded her of that fact. The last thing she wanted was to acknowledge the fact that she was clearly dependent on Seivarden for having that need met right now (even if she did go for hunting squirrels, she'd still need to be let out, unless they wanted their door clawed to shit), so she tried to make her interest seem mild, sitting up a little with an expression trying to seem bored with the idea. Yeah. Sure. She could eat...

Just ignore the tail that was clearly way more into it.

Seivarden tried to remember what was in the fridge that would be suitable food for a panther.

"Frozen meat?"

It had been in the freezer some time, as Seivarden had yet to figure out a way to cook it, but it should still be edible.

Fresh would obviously be better, but, with a faint sniff, Rosa shrugged and figured it was better than nothing.

Well, look who was persnickety all of a sudden.

This whole being-a-cat thing wasn't kidding around.

Seivarden quickly disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a lump of frozen meat on a plate and a bowl of water. She placed these on the table in front of the couch. It did feel odd to put food for Rosa on the floor, despite her current shape.

"Right," she said, feeling awkward. "I need tea."

Some real fancy fine dining over here. Rosa looked at the plate on the table, then to Seivarden, and it was easy to tell that she was just trying not to smirk, even as a panther.

She did appreciate the gesture, though, and she also appreciated the fact that it was easier to not show that she did in her current state. She just slinked off the couch, stretched out again, and padded over to the table and sniffed at the meat tentatively. Then she sat and decided to wait for Seivarden to go get her tea before figuring out the best way to actually eat it, because she had a feeling it was just going to keep being awkward for both of them otherwise.

Seivarden, on the other hand, had hoped Rosa would have finished the food when she returned, since watching her eat it might be awkward too.

"Oh," she said, placing her cup on the opposite side of the table. "Is it... It's not old. I just don't cook a lot."

She pulled up a chair and sat down.

It was frozen solid. Rosa had been lucky to have managed to have torn off a few bites in by the time Seivarden got back without having scratched the table all to hell. So she just sort of looked at her for a moment, thwapping her heavy tail on the floor a little, before reconsidering the door.

Maybe she should go hunt some squirrels.

...no, she'd probably still be held pretty accountable for that.

So she sighed and looked back at the meat and figured she'd just wait for it to thaw a little more.

And keep being a great conversationalist.

"I suppose it's a bit... frozen."

Seivarden sipped her tea. "I mean, I could put it in the oven but then it would be cooked. Is that better?"

How did you deal with looking after people who had turned into animals?

Still very, very much human in spirit, that would be Rosa, somehow managing to facepalm, then she just looked at Seivarden for a moment and sighed.

She hated not being able to tell her when she was being stupid. It's not like it had to cook the whole way through! Just enough that she didn't have to risk breaking her fangs off on its if she wanted a bite.

Maybe she could figure out a way to do it herself. Because of course she'd be stubborn enough to just try instead of waiting for another solution. So she was going to go ahead and take the meat into her mouth and start stalking toward the kitchen with it.

Seivarden followed Rosa into the kitchen.

"I don't use the oven a lot. And Peter doesn't cook."

She turned the knobs, setting the heat to something that might work, then found a probably not oven proof plate and held it out for Rosa to put the frozen meat on.

Rosa's side-eye was getting a pretty good work-out in her current state; she supposed it was the best she could do when she not only couldn't speak, but also had a big chunk of meat in her mouth. Hopeless, absolutely hopeless. Well, maybe not entirely, at least she knew how to turn the oven on.

She was then eyeing the plate a little dubiously; it didn't look like it should go in the oven, but at the same time, it wouldn't be in there for very long or anything, so, sure, why not? She dropped the meat onto it, licking whatever juices had managed to melt from off her chin.

Seivarden put the plate in the oven and slammed the door to it shut.

"I suppose we just have to wait," She said with a sigh, reaching for her teacup. "Have you been in this shape before?"

She managed to hide a smirk, because asking Rosa questions that she could only reply to with panther eye rolls was amusing.

And, to be fair, Rosa's panther eye rolls were impressive in their ability to communicate, especially when followed with a hard glare of what the hell do you think?.

It was really, really hard not being able to tell Seivarden that she was being dumb. Almost as hard as knowing she had these great giant claws and couldn't even really use them for anything fun right now.

So she just sort of chuffed a sigh, shifting so that she was sitting in the sort of statuesque pose that would make any cat seem deceptively regal, electing to just watch the oven while her tail swished behind her across the kitchen floor.

'What the hell do you think' could mean 'Of course I have' or 'Of course I haven't'. Seivarden was going to assume the latter, but decided not to ask further.

"Right." She took another sip from her cup, glancing around the room awkwardly. Finally she said: "If you stay like this for a while I'll help you feed your dog."

Arlo 2 might be really stupid, but Seivarden wouldn't let a pet starve, and it would be another good argument for not having to pay for drinks.

A while? Long enough to have to start worrying about her dumb dog? The idea made Rosa's lip curl slightly in a snarl. Arlo 2 was a pretty sturdy pup; she could handle herself for a few days just fine and had before when Rosa had to head back to Brooklyn for an assignment, but the idea of being like this long enough for it to be a concern was...annoying. But, she reminded herself of how long Kanan had been that weird dumb cat thing, and reacted with a panther's version of shudder.

There was no way those squirrels were going to survive if she wound up stuck like this for that long. And probably not Seivarden, either, she added, with a rueful glance her way.

Seivarden had disappeared for a month. Who knew what to expect?

She fixed her gaze on the oven.

"So, would you prefer to go out after you've eaten, or just... lie on the couch?"

She kind of hoped Rosa would want to go out, but then she also felt she should keep an eye on her so that she didn't kill something. Not that it was her responsibility, but... anyway.

Out sounded nice. Out sounded exciting. Out meant maybe the preserve, all those trees, hunting something a little more challenging than dumb squirrels. Teal deer, alots. Finding a nice tree to sleep in, the way nature inten--

--ugh. This was not what nature intended, ever, and she knew enough about this sort of thing to know that you eventually turned back, and, while it's not like she had anything to be ashamed of, she'd sort of rather not have to deal with being stuck outside in all her actual natural glory.

So Rosa sighed again, trying to figure out how to communicate yet again, figuring it wouldn't hurt to give a dubious look toward the door, followed by another approximation of a shrug. Outside of a little bit? And then, figuring she could communicate this one easily enough with by throwing in a yawn, more couch.

She was just a big cat right now. And cats did love them some naps...

"Right, the couch."

Seivarden glanced at her.

"I'll have to run some errands."

Peter didn't sleep much, especially at night, and he'd spent last night in the preserve, working on his magic.

He came home, paused at the sight of the panther on the couch, took a moment to register the heartbeats of both Seivarden and Issa, then shook his head. "Are you a person, or do I have to have a word with Seivarden about what are and aren't pets?"

Ohhh yeaaaaah. The roommate.

With her tail starting to flick a little with unexpected curiosity, Rosa was just going to tilt her head a little with as frank as an expression as she could manage to convey her question as to how she could even possibly begin to answer that right now.

Which, considering how that was a very human response, should get the job done pretty well.

Peter smiled wryly. "Guess that answers that." He gestured behind him at the door. "You want me to get the doors for you so you can get outside, or you happy where you are?"

That was....a good question. She had been feeling restless, sure, and bored, extremely bored, but at the same time, she had just gotten really comfortable on the couch, and the compulsion to be lazy was a lot stronger in her than it ever was. And she couldn't tell if her rising curiosity was a symptom of the boredom or just the island being too literal and on the nose now that she was a cat. So she considered the door for a moment before giving the approximation of a shrug, shifting very pointedly to make herself even more comfortable and settled than before.

Hey, if he didn't mind some strange panther just hanging out on his couch, she was going to keep taking advantage of it.

Peter shrugged back. "Okay, then." He hooked a thumb at the easel not far from her. "I was going to paint a bit before work. Try and let me know if you need anything."

He headed into his room to change into a shirt he didn't mind getting paint on, then settled to stand in front of the easel.

With her sense of smell heightened considerably more than she was used to, Rosa didn't know how to feel about having to deal with paint, but what was she going to do about it? It's not like she lived here or anything, she was just some random panther crashing on his sofa, so whatever.

She may have shifted her position on the couch by the time he got back, too, in a way that helped her see a little better what he was working on. Not that she cared, she didn't, she was just bored, and, honestly, she was just sort of spending most of the time watching him. She figured it had to be at least a little unnerving--she'd be disappointed if it wasn't, but she was just sort through that she was pretty sure she'd met him at least once, but it clearly wasn't enough to really stick, and so her entire picture of this guy was basically build of Seivarden's complaints about his lectures.

Which didn't seem to gel with the guy who was just okay cool, there's a panther-person in my living room, I guess I'll just go paint now, so it was all just....interesting.

Maybe she should have just pretended to be a regular random panther she'd brought home with her, but the idea of the words pet, Seivarden and her lumped together in the same context forcefully prevented that from ever being possible.

Sorry, Rosa; Peter had a healthy respect for predators, but he wasn't going to be uncomfortable when faced with one. He was still top of the food chain.

Instead, he was closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, then firmly shoving the memories of Hell back down and picking up his paintbrush to paint vines crawling up a wall from a home he'd lived in for a few years in France. The tendrils went like this, and the shadows like that.

Sorry, Rosa. He was painting flowers.

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