Kitten in a Box - Locked to grimholdkeeper

[puresilverpaws]

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.

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[grimholdkeeper.livejournal.com]

Much of the time, Balthazar can ignore or forget Roi's feline nature. It becomes more evident when he reacts like this to petting or cuddling. And the purr...not quite as deep as that of his older self, but audible. It's all he can do to keep from pulling him into a hug.

He rubs the child's scalp gently for a few minutes, grinning, then withdraws. "Finish your soup," he says. "And we can play games or tell stories or something, mm?"

[little-roi.livejournal.com]

"I still want to try moving the blankets!" Roi grins at him and resumes eating. "Stories after?" he asks hopefully after swallowing a mouthful. He's trying not to scarf it all down - he was taught better - but it's good enough that the idea is tempting, what with how eager he is to keep trying his hand at magic.

[grimholdkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good to me." Balthazar smiles and works on finishing up his own soup. "Oh--there's a bit more in the pot, if you want seconds. I might have something for dessert around here. I had shortbread cookies the other day..."

[little-roi.livejournal.com]

Roi makes a happy noise in his throat and continues to eat, trying very hard not to scarf it all down. He really, really, really wants to!

"Shortbread cookies?" he asks after another few mouthfuls. Another food that he's never had before.

[grimholdkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Yes...you should be able to eat them. They're just flour and sugar and butter. Maybe a little vanilla." He takes the last bite of his stew and gets up, wandering over to his nighttable to look for them. Cautious, he stands so Roi can't see what else might be in the table drawers. He tends to limit it to toiletries and tea, but the hotel sneaks things in there on occasion. Today there's nothing too bizarre, and he finds the package of cookie without too much searching.

"Here they are. And still good. Do you want to finish off the soup first, or are you done?" He comes back to the table and sets the package down. The cookies smell pleasantly sugary.

[little-roi.livejournal.com]

Roi smells the sugary sweetness and his large ears tilt to the sides. He glances at his meal - which has all of one or two mouthfuls left - and then back at the cookies.

In the end, he looks back at Balthazar with a perplexed expression. "Is this a trick question?" he asks, his ears twitching.

[grimholdkeeper.livejournal.com]

He bites back a laugh. "I was offering another helping of stew," he explains, "but if you're ready for dessert, that's fine, too. Do you want more milk to drink?"

He opens the cookie package and takes out two for himself, which leaves five for Roi, if he can eat that many and Balthazar doesn't stop him first.