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capeandcowllogs2011-02-17 01:35 pm
meowminx) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-02-17 01:35 pm
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In the jungle
WHO: Cat(man) and Cat(woman)
WHERE: Selina's jungle warehouse
WHEN: Thursday
SUMMARY: Selina's chilling with her leopard and Blake stumbles across them
WARNINGS: Probably not
FORMAT: Whatev!
Let it not be said that Selina Kyle couldn't learn. She'd seen the aftermath of a pissed-off anthropomorphic representation of Desire. So when someone calling herself Aphrodite claimed responsibility for people making out with mailboxes, Selina wisely refrained from making a smartass comment, as was her initial impulse. After all, things were working with Bruce. Almost freakishly well. To the point where she was almost waiting for the other shoe to drop. She didn't want that other shoe to be an irate love goddess.
Hell, she hoped Bruce hadn't cooked dinner because of Aphrodite's influence.
So Selina kept quiet (for her) and decided to spend some quality time with Ramus, away from the mailbox molesters. The jungle warehouse was fairly warm with the heating system she'd installed in the fall (Ivy would kill her if any of the trees died) and she'd replaced the chair Creed had trashed with a comfy wooden lounger that would have looked more appropriate in a country club garden than a rainforest.
In any case, it wasn't long before Selina dozed off, Ramus sprawled out watchfully nearby.
WHERE: Selina's jungle warehouse
WHEN: Thursday
SUMMARY: Selina's chilling with her leopard and Blake stumbles across them
WARNINGS: Probably not
FORMAT: Whatev!
Let it not be said that Selina Kyle couldn't learn. She'd seen the aftermath of a pissed-off anthropomorphic representation of Desire. So when someone calling herself Aphrodite claimed responsibility for people making out with mailboxes, Selina wisely refrained from making a smartass comment, as was her initial impulse. After all, things were working with Bruce. Almost freakishly well. To the point where she was almost waiting for the other shoe to drop. She didn't want that other shoe to be an irate love goddess.
Hell, she hoped Bruce hadn't cooked dinner because of Aphrodite's influence.
So Selina kept quiet (for her) and decided to spend some quality time with Ramus, away from the mailbox molesters. The jungle warehouse was fairly warm with the heating system she'd installed in the fall (Ivy would kill her if any of the trees died) and she'd replaced the chair Creed had trashed with a comfy wooden lounger that would have looked more appropriate in a country club garden than a rainforest.
In any case, it wasn't long before Selina dozed off, Ramus sprawled out watchfully nearby.