capeandcowl | 015 ♣ [video]

[The video feed switches on to a half dressed Bond, jeans and topless as he slumps into a sleek, modern looking couch while the comm rests on what's likely to be the coffee table in front of him. There's a lingering silence for a moment, only broken by a constant sound of scratching in the background, interrupted by the occasional muffled meow from another room. Eventually Bond speaks, but not before allowing himself a hefty sigh.]

Seems like this place is just full of happy surprises. Can't go a few days without it throwing something else right back in your face.

The Porter certainly seems to have a sense of humour, I'll give her that…

[Except Bond's definitely not laughing. In fact, he's line facing rather epically, his gaze purposefully not looking directly at the camera as he holds up another comm in his hand. Someone elses, clearly. The pause makes that previous background noise come to the forefront once more, a slow crescendo of mewling and scuffling.]

Selina's comm… She's not answering her phone… Haven't seen her either, not since I woke up this morning...

[Something glass smashes in another room and it jerks James' attention over his shoulder for just a moment before he's looking back to the video feed again.]

I'll give the city a search in a bit, see if I can't find her elsewhere. Not holding out any hopes though, it's--- [Another smash, clatter and the muffled noise of a cat hissing from behind a door. Sounds like theres a kitty with some serious attitude problems. James snarls softly to himself, snatches up his comm and moves over to the door in question.]

Oh, and if there's anyone who's any good with cats then… well…

[He opens the door to the bathroom, angling the camera towards it as he attempts to show the batshit crazy demon cat in question, but there's only the view of several smashed bottles and complete silence.

Then suddenly, a flash of black at Bond's leg, a hiss and--]

AAARRGHH! YOU LITTLE SHI--

[And the feed cuts out suddenly.]

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[ The most pitiful meow you've ever heard. Translation: "Your evenings!?" ]

Yes, well... Suppose it's not brilliant for either of us.

Can't you just. Not be a cat?

[ She shoots him a pretty disgusted look. It is a dumb question. ]

Fair enough.

Suppose it could be worse.

[ She settles back down on his leg, trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers. ]

Rowr.

... I thought you'd gone.

[ She glances up at him, not shifting off his leg. ]

Wouldn't have exactly been a good start to the day, hm?

Rowr.

[ It almost sounds apologetic. ]

Oh well.

Can't be helped.

You hungry?

[ She nods. And then a pointed look like she really doesn't want the same stuff she feeds her cats, even if it is the pricier cat food. ]

No catfood, then?

[ Shaking head no. ]

Right then.

Might be some bacon left over...

[ She settles down on the couch. If she has to be stuck as a cat, at least she has a human slave around. As all good cats should. ]

Should I be feeding you coffee?

[ She meows what she hopes is a negative. By the time he gets back, she'll have fallen asleep in the warm hollow of the couch. It's been an exhausting morning. ]

[ The movement jars her awake. For a moment, she looks freaked, until she remembered just what's going on. Then she just looks annoyed.

She hopes over to the table and paws at the bacon. Can't do much without those thumbs. So she leans over and takes a biting, sitting back up immediately to chew and swallow. She glances at James, as if daring him to say something stupid. She does still have claws. ]

It's alright, I'll save the mocking for later, darling.

[ Rather than glaring, she just gives him the sad look again. If threatening doesn't work, maybe guilting will. ]

...

Don't give me that look.

[ More sadness. And then another bite of bacon. ]

Oh fine. You win this round.

[ She looks smug as she finishes her bacon.

Conversations are had over the comm. She chimes in occasionally. But she sits silently listening to the conversation that he privates with Lassiter. When James finishes, she hops on his lap, front paws resting on his chest. Looking him in the eyes. ]