In the jungle

[meowminx]

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.

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[meowminx]

"Depends on the day, I suppose." Selina still hadn't forgotten about Ivy's little interrogation.

Ramus had apparently decided their guest wasn't a threat. He padded over to take a sniff.

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

Taking a knee as Ramus approaches, Thomas offers out his hand for the feline to examine. Leopards aren't exactly the social creatures that he's fond of, but hey, cat's a cat. He's immediately struck a bit fond of the fellow.

"Does he have a name?" he asks, staying otherwise as still as possible until he's absolutely sure that he's on his good side.

[meowminx]

Selina isn't very discerning when it comes to cats. She likes them all, and she's grown particularly close to this guy. And she's pretty sure she's not imagining how much more linked to her he seems after Aslan's visit.

"Ramus. Not really sure who gave it to him." Her smile fades a bit. "He was a rescue. Raised in a lab."

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

"He seems to be well-adjusted all the same," Thomas muses. His face casts a little downward, after a small pause. "A shame. He probably wouldn't be able to last in the wild."

Pulling his arm carefully away from Ramus, he lifts up, shuffling a little in place. There is something just a little bit, well, awkward about breaking into a place of someone you know. "So. How's life been treating you?"

ugh, sorry, still not getting notifs

[meowminx]

Ramus stays close by him, more investigative than defensive. Selina smiles at the scene, although it's a bit sad. "He only just got his fangs and claws back a while ago. And I had to promise he could stay with me for that."

She shrugs at the question. "Not bad, really. And you?" A little B&E doesn't bother her that much, especially when it doesn't seem intentional.