Loki hesitated, weighing his options—it was true that he knew next to nothing about caring for a cat. He had gathered some small information off of the internet, but pride had prevented him from doing any real asking.
“…I have a few minute—I suppose I might,” he said at last.Her tone went sardonic. “Well, don’t let me keep you if you’re busy.” Starting up the stairs, she added, around the knee-length fall of hair, “If you want, though, I’m in 4B. The door will be open.” Summer ran up the stairs and vanished inside.
He blinked and watched her go, then looked down at Macrowafter.
“…Well, what do you think?”He deposited Macrowafter in his bedroom and made sure the window and the door were firmly shut before rather hesitatingly making his way downstairs to 4B. There was much he had to learn about caring for cats—surely this girl could provide him with some much needed information.
Summer rather figured that would be the last she’d see of Loki; he’d come across as distant and not very interested. It was a shame; she could use a local friend. Long-distance friendships all the time were oddly lonely.
So when he turned up in her doorway, she was a little startled, looking up from the apparently boneless heap of cream-and-seal fur sprawled on the floor belly-up. The cat in question cracked one blue eye, then shot across the room as Summer scrambled to her feet. “You did come!”