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died8yearsago) wrote2018-10-24 05:15 am
died8yearsago) wrote2018-10-24 05:15 am
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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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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"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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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--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...
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Seivarden glanced at her.
"I'll have to run some errands."