The Mesmer gave a hiss of utter annoyance, but when he opened his mouth to snap about the situation, it came out a low meow. Blinking, he cleared his throat and forced the English language to come to his vocal cords, “Those bloody Grey-Faces are what ‘appened, decided it’d be a good idea to turn me into a bloody feline.” He curled into the couch and, out of instinct, licked his new-found cat claws, “Keep me company ‘til this goes away?”
Summer lifted a hand to cover her mouth. He was already annoyed, better not to make it worse by letting him /see/ she was laughing at him. She crossed to the couch, perching on the edge, and touched a fingertip to one ear. “It’s very cute, actually.” She glanced up and down his body, noting the fangs, ears, and tail to go along with the involuntary meow. “It really does suit you.”
The cat ear twitched involuntarily when she poked it, his nose scrunching up in a very cat-like way. “Yeah well, I don’t do cute,” he told her with a roll of his gleaming eyes. Deep down, he knew that she was pretty much right; the cat thing did suit him, matching up with his usual personality pretty easily, but still… this was a little extreme.
She didn’t hide this smile. “Yes you do,” Summer murmured. She settled into the leather to curl around his body, carefully tucking his tail around his waist so she didn’t sit on it. Eyes dancing, she went on, “You just don’t do cute in public. You only do cute in here, with me.”