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Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

Summer snorted into a long peal of laughter. “Oh, dear gods of hell. You think that was actual magic? Sweetie, I was making a joke.” She sealed up the bag, holding it out of reach of grasping paws. “You’ll have to find a treat Macrowafter likes, and hope he’s in hearing range, but offering treats usually works.”

“No,” Loki said, his body stiff with wounded dignity.  ”it is merely a figure of speech.”  He eyed the milling puddle of cats.

“What sort of ‘treats’ do felines favour, generally?”

“Oh, catnip, tuna, fish … any food he’s ever tried to steal from you is probably a good choice. I suggest buying a few different kinds and seeing which ones he devours the fastest.” Folding herself into a cross-legged position, she scooped up the tortie and upended it, petting it’s belly. The longhair checked the floor where the treats had been a few times, then padded over to Loki and began to strop the tall man’s legs, stepping on his shoes.

Loki looked down—and then reached a hesitant hand to touch the cat’s head.

“Macrowafter steals carrots off of my plate when I have steamed vegetables.  Is that normal?  I was under the impression that he was a carnivore.  Is this not the case?” 

“Oh, for — honey, please sit down. You already have one cat, you can’t possibly be worried about getting fur on your clothes, and Helios wants to sit in your lap.”

Helios laid his little dark ears flat and butted Loki’s hand, rising up a little on his back feet. His plumed tail waved gently. Summer turned her feline captive loose, who promptly bolted off a few feet and furiously washed a paw.

“Now, cats are not strictly carnivores. They need similar kinds of nutrients from their foods as we do. You might have noticed Macrowafter — you have to explain that — eating grasses or flowers when he’s outside. Partly that’s to help digestion. Partly,” she made a disgusted face, “they do that to make themselves throw up. Hairballs. Brushing him will help with that. It’s not fun to step on barefoot in the middle of the night. That one,” she pointed at the seal-point importuning Loki, “likes to scarf his food, then bring it right back up. Because he ate too fast, the stinker.”

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

It was actually a fairly large space, for New York, but crowded with bookshelves and electronics. A pile of pillows stood in for a couch, and a round papasan chair held pride of place before the widescreen tv, though the stack of books implied other entertainment. A tall, carpet-covered climbing tree, many-ledged, took up the space before one window, and a hallway led off on the opposite side.

No cats were actually in evidence anymore. Summer shrugged. “I’ll go ahead and do the magic trick, then.” She called out, “Kitties!” and crinkled the bag a few times before opening it, and what seemed to be a thundering rush of cats poured out of every available opening.

As she knelt down in the midst of the waving tails, the clowder resolved itself into four: a brown tabby, a blue-eyed silver tabby, a tiny tortoiseshell, and a huge seal-point and white longhair. She began to distribute treats from the crinkly bag.

Loki’s jaw frankly dropped—but he quickly composed himself.
“That is the neatest piece of wizardry I have yet to see here,” he said, his voice amused. “is THAT all it takes to summon a cat?”

Summer snorted into a long peal of laughter. “Oh, dear gods of hell. You think that was actual magic? Sweetie, I was making a joke.” She sealed up the bag, holding it out of reach of grasping paws. “You’ll have to find a treat Macrowafter likes, and hope he’s in hearing range, but offering treats usually works.”

“No,” Loki said, his body stiff with wounded dignity.  ”it is merely a figure of speech.”  He eyed the milling puddle of cats.

“What sort of ‘treats’ do felines favour, generally?”

“Oh, catnip, tuna, fish … any food he’s ever tried to steal from you is probably a good choice. I suggest buying a few different kinds and seeing which ones he devours the fastest.” Folding herself into a cross-legged position, she scooped up the tortie and upended it, petting it’s belly. The longhair checked the floor where the treats had been a few times, then padded over to Loki and began to strop the tall man’s legs, stepping on his shoes.

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

He stepped inside and stood with his hands in his trouser pockets looking, if anything, a little awkward. 
“You are generous with your welcome, Miss.  I do not require refreshment, however.”  He eyed the bag of kitty treats—and then let his eyes wander curiously over the rest of the room. 

It was actually a fairly large space, for New York, but crowded with bookshelves and electronics. A pile of pillows stood in for a couch, and a round papasan chair held pride of place before the widescreen tv, though the stack of books implied other entertainment. A tall, carpet-covered climbing tree, many-ledged, took up the space before one window, and a hallway led off on the opposite side.

No cats were actually in evidence anymore. Summer shrugged. “I’ll go ahead and do the magic trick, then.” She called out, “Kitties!” and crinkled the bag a few times before opening it, and what seemed to be a thundering rush of cats poured out of every available opening.

As she knelt down in the midst of the waving tails, the clowder resolved itself into four: a brown tabby, a blue-eyed silver tabby, a tiny tortoiseshell, and a huge seal-point and white longhair. She began to distribute treats from the crinkly bag.

Loki’s jaw frankly dropped—but he quickly composed himself.
“That is the neatest piece of wizardry I have yet to see here,” he said, his voice amused. “is THAT all it takes to summon a cat?”

Summer snorted into a long peal of laughter. “Oh, dear gods of hell. You think that was actual magic? Sweetie, I was making a joke.” She sealed up the bag, holding it out of reach of grasping paws. “You’ll have to find a treat Macrowafter likes, and hope he’s in hearing range, but offering treats usually works.”

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

“I put everyone off,” Loki said evenly.  ”but you offered to teach me something I need to know—only a fool would ignore such an offer.”

“You, of course, are never foolish,” Summer drawled. “Well, come in, sit down. Be welcome to my home, such as it is, and be at ease in it. D’you want something to drink?”

Inwardly she sighed. How was it she always got caught up in the broken ones, the ones who held everyone at arms’ length? ‘You can’t afford to go into anyone like that again,’ she reminded herself, picking up the bag of kitty treats and weighing it in the palm of one hand.

He stepped inside and stood with his hands in his trouser pockets looking, if anything, a little awkward. 
“You are generous with your welcome, Miss.  I do not require refreshment, however.”  He eyed the bag of kitty treats—and then let his eyes wander curiously over the rest of the room. 

It was actually a fairly large space, for New York, but crowded with bookshelves and electronics. A pile of pillows stood in for a couch, and a round papasan chair held pride of place before the widescreen tv, though the stack of books implied other entertainment. A tall, carpet-covered climbing tree, many-ledged, took up the space before one window, and a hallway led off on the opposite side.

No cats were actually in evidence anymore. Summer shrugged. “I’ll go ahead and do the magic trick, then.” She called out, “Kitties!” and crinkled the bag a few times before opening it, and what seemed to be a thundering rush of cats poured out of every available opening.

As she knelt down in the midst of the waving tails, the clowder resolved itself into four: a brown tabby, a blue-eyed silver tabby, a tiny tortoiseshell, and a huge seal-point and white longhair. She began to distribute treats from the crinkly bag.

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

“You did invite me,” Loki said, eyeing her a little doubtfully.  ”did you not anticipate that I would accept?”

She shrugged uncomfortably. “I usually don’t.” This smile was hard and cutting. “Hurts less that way. You … felt pretty hesitant, so I just figured you were putting me off.”

“I put everyone off,” Loki said evenly.  ”but you offered to teach me something I need to know—only a fool would ignore such an offer.”

“You, of course, are never foolish,” Summer drawled. “Well, come in, sit down. Be welcome to my home, such as it is, and be at ease in it. D’you want something to drink?”

Inwardly she sighed. How was it she always got caught up in the broken ones, the ones who held everyone at arms’ length? ‘You can’t afford to go into anyone like that again,’ she reminded herself, picking up the bag of kitty treats and weighing it in the palm of one hand.

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

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!”

“You did invite me,” Loki said, eyeing her a little doubtfully.  ”did you not anticipate that I would accept?”

She shrugged uncomfortably. “I usually don’t.” This smile was hard and cutting. “Hurts less that way. You … felt pretty hesitant, so I just figured you were putting me off.”

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

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!”

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

His gaze flicked over her again, and then back down to Macrowafter.
“…do cats require playmates?  I know little of these creatures, I’m afraid.” 

Both her brows arched up. “Would you like some advice? I’ve had — well, been had by cats all my life.” Her tone was very dry. “Cats do what they want, and you please them, or suffer the consequences. On the other hand,” she gently scratched under Cat’s willing chin, “the rewards are quite nice too.”

Summer glanced back up at Loki. “Tell you what, why don’t you drop this fella off where he belongs, and come up to my place, meet my four. I can teach you all about being a slave to cats.” Her faint southern accent thickened slightly on the last words.

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.

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

“Four.” Loki’s eyebrows rose.  ”Astonishing you have any time to call your own.”  He shifted Macrowafter to rest in the crook of one arm, sliding his other hand into his trouser pocket.  ”…it is a rather lengthy story.”

“After the first two they’re self-amusing.” Summer let herself have a little moment to admire the very fine man standing there, eyes flicking up and down his lithe frame, before she reined herself in. No use getting caught up in someone so obviously closed off. You didn’t have to be an empath to read that.

“I’m sorry, am I keeping you? If you get me started on certain things I have to be shut up, and I’m afraid cats is one of them.” Summer gave a self-deprecating shrug and a sardonic little laugh. “Just because I’ve nothing to do with my time right now, I forget the same isn’t true of others.”

His gaze flicked over her again, and then back down to Macrowafter.
“…do cats require playmates?  I know little of these creatures, I’m afraid.” 

Both her brows arched up. “Would you like some advice? I’ve had — well, been had by cats all my life.” Her tone was very dry. “Cats do what they want, and you please them, or suffer the consequences. On the other hand,” she gently scratched under Cat’s willing chin, “the rewards are quite nice too.”

Summer glanced back up at Loki. “Tell you what, why don’t you drop this fella off where he belongs, and come up to my place, meet my four. I can teach you all about being a slave to cats.” Her faint southern accent thickened slightly on the last words.

Inner Flame | Closed RP

liesmith-loki:

i-am-the-firechild:

liesmith-loki:

He glanced up at her—and then back down at the cat, a brief, polite smile crossing his face.  ”…I am Loki.  Thank you for keeping him out of the street.”

“Bless, of course. It’s nice to meet you, Loki.” Summer pushed a long lock of hair behind one ear and gestured around. “I was starting to wonder if anyone else actually lived in this building, for all the life around here.”

Going back down to pick up her brush, she called back, “So you’re a cat person, then? Any others besides that little mischief maker?”

“It’s a quiet neighborhood,” Loki said with a brief smile.  ”and no, not particularly.  Macrowafter found me, and he’s the sole lord and master of my household.  Silly me—before acquiring a cat, I considered myself to be the most evolved creature on this planet.”

“Welcome to life as a cat slave. I’ve got four.” She tilted her head to one side, eyeing him. “Do I want to know why his real name is Macrowafter? Or is this like the story of why Doc is called Doc?”