Kitten in a Box - Locked to
grimholdkeeper
Nov. 16th, 2011 07:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It was warm, quiet and dark. He wasn't sure where he was at first, as his senses began to awaken. He felt a soft blanket underneath him. Slowly moving, he sat up, his head gently nudging up the flap of the large cardboard box.
...A fireplace? This wasn't his room. Sure, he made a lot of forts, so being in a box wasn't unusual.
"Myieeeu..." It had an interesting smell about it, and, nervously, he ducked back down into the warm box, curling up within the confines once more, and pawed at a corner of it, his claws lightly scratching it. Maybe if he stayed hidden, he could figure things out better? Were he really aware of his real self, he might have boggled at the fact that first the hotel aged him up, and now it had aged him down to ten.
At least the hotel had put him in Balthazar's room? Furthermore, the box was very large, as if made for one of those older, heavier TVs. But anything smaller would not hold him.
...A fireplace? This wasn't his room. Sure, he made a lot of forts, so being in a box wasn't unusual.
"Myieeeu..." It had an interesting smell about it, and, nervously, he ducked back down into the warm box, curling up within the confines once more, and pawed at a corner of it, his claws lightly scratching it. Maybe if he stayed hidden, he could figure things out better? Were he really aware of his real self, he might have boggled at the fact that first the hotel aged him up, and now it had aged him down to ten.
At least the hotel had put him in Balthazar's room? Furthermore, the box was very large, as if made for one of those older, heavier TVs. But anything smaller would not hold him.
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Date: 2011-11-17 04:21 am (UTC)Tilting his head, he then shamelessly moves around him, sniffing his clothing, and then going so far as to set his paws up on Balthazar's back in order to sniff his hair.
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Date: 2011-11-17 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-17 04:59 am (UTC)"H-how... can I believe you, human? This isn't my home... but you smell like me...." While younger, Roi's voice should still be recognizable.
Slowly, Roi pulls away, and circles back around to Balthazar. He's barefoot, save for more fitting clothing than his usual self would wear, and a hat over his ears, carefully hiding them. The coat tied around his waist somewhat allows him to hide his fluffy tail, but not by much.
Roi looks more cautious rather than scared, and there's a vibrant sort of fire in his gaze that his usual self doesn't have.
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Date: 2011-11-17 05:13 am (UTC)There should be some cognitive dissonance, regarding a prepubescent form of a man he's slept with repeatedly, but somehow Balthazar doesn't feel any awkwardness or shame, much less any darker urges. Just affection, and possibly protective instincts lurching into overdrive.
((Girlfriend is feeling ill, so I'm off for the night.))
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Date: 2011-11-17 05:42 am (UTC)"If you didn't bring me here, then why's my box in here? No, wait..." His brow furrowed in thought. "I would have woken up if I was moved. I'm a light sleeper. Cat-naps and all."
He then looks around curiously, tilting his head as he takes in the room, and then he stares at Balthazar again. He sounds terribly perplexed. "It still doesn't explain why you have my scent all over you! At least, not that much, not that potently, Balthazar!"
Boggled, Roi steps closer and attempts to stare him down.
{Okay. Rest well when you do, and I hope your girlfriend feels better soon!}}
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Date: 2011-11-18 01:36 am (UTC)He meets the blue-violet gaze a moment, blushing faintly, partly because of the intimacy the leftover scents represent, partly at the thought of being marked as belonging to Roi. "We're friends," he says at last, slowly, "very good friends."
((Concentration is shot tonight, so this is my only reply, sorry.))
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Date: 2011-11-18 02:05 am (UTC)"...I believe in magic. I've never seen it before, but some people even say that we cats are magic, too. Especially since our clothes stay intact when we shift." A beat, and then he considers a question. He smiles warmly at him, always watching him.
"If we're good friends, then tell me when my birthday is, please," he requests politely. "I'm talking month and day."
{That's okay. <3}}
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Date: 2011-11-18 11:30 pm (UTC)"You're the only cat I know," he adds. "The only one who can change forms, that is. Magic is everywhere. I'm sure you have some. This place uses a kind of magic to bring people here and keep them. They're allowed to return home when it's done with them. Sometimes bad things happen, but sometimes good things happen, too. Like making friends."
((Just a quick tag from my parents' place. Should be around later. <3 ))
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Date: 2011-11-19 02:22 am (UTC)Honestly, Roi's never been against establishing adults as friends, but it does tend to make him a little more guarded at first.
"Well, I'm happy that I wasn't thrown somewhere without a friend." His ears perk and twitch, his tail wagging in an almost dog-like way.
"But magic is everywhere? I've never heard that before..."
{Alright! :3}}
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Date: 2011-11-19 03:11 am (UTC)He gives a small smile. He's hoping this sounds tempting to a cat. He was planning on serving some to the older Roi anyway.
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Date: 2011-11-19 03:27 am (UTC)Minus the... Roi's expression brightens. This guy knows what he can't eat! "Ah, sure! I'd like to try some! But... I am not sure how much help I will be. Last time I tried to cook, it all burned."
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Date: 2011-11-19 03:38 am (UTC)He gets up and moves around him to fetch the grocery bags off the bed. "Do you want something to drink while we cook? I have milk and herbal tea and apple cider."
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Date: 2011-11-19 04:39 am (UTC)"Yeah... Milk, please?" And he finds himself grabbing onto Balthazar's coat. He's in a new area, as small as it is, and he doesn't like the idea of getting lost. That would be embarrassing!
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Date: 2011-11-19 04:51 am (UTC)((And it's bedtime. Catch you tomorrow. :) ))
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Date: 2011-11-19 10:25 am (UTC){Amazing how solidly my writing muse can be silenced when I get pissed off. DX Hope you slept well. <3}}
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Date: 2011-11-20 02:59 am (UTC)He pours milk for them both, his expression shifting into a thoughtful look. It normally doesn't occur to him when meeting an adult, but the possibility of testing Roi for magical talent has been dancing around the edges of his mind for a while (he was going to tutor him anyway, after all), and seeing him in a younger form makes it seem like a good idea. "Have a seat," he suggests to the boy. "Wherever you're comfortable. Do you want to try it yourself?"
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Date: 2011-11-20 03:15 am (UTC)"I can? That would be awesome! Please??" Roi's tail wags at the prospect.
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Date: 2011-11-20 03:31 am (UTC)His expression is serious--this isn't a coaxing request, it's a command. Still, he wouldn't be giving him this much opportunity to experiment if he didn't trust his temperament and common sense.
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Date: 2011-11-20 04:12 am (UTC)"I promise not to try to destroy anything, and I won't shift while wearing it. Cross my heart and hope to die."
Even so, Roi keeps his hands on his lap, not reaching out to try and grab the ring. Even as a child, he has patience. Besides, if he learned anything about magic from his video games, it was that magic could be insanely dangerous.
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Date: 2011-11-21 01:17 am (UTC)"It's... warm. It was a bit weird. I wasn't expecting that. Is it supposed to do that?" Roi's ears tilt to the sides as he regards the ring.
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Date: 2011-11-23 02:46 am (UTC)The gem on Balthazar's ring glows, light gathering in the facets. After a moment, he reroutes the energy into Roi through the hand-to-hand contact, carefully. Suddenly, both rings are lit up like Christmas trees.
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Date: 2011-11-23 03:02 am (UTC)Even so, he holds perfectly still and holds down his urge to be skittish of the foreign sensations. Balthazar told him not to transform, and so he won't.
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