*soon, the kitten sees that they’re in a plane. above land. and there’s no floor.* ._. *they scamper into their jacket to hide*
*He adjusts his jacket so that the kitten has a bit more room. He can always fix it later.*
¶No need to worry, planes are safe.¶
*Marvin shakes their little butt* mew *they pounce* mew
*NJ cracks a small, soft smile.*
*the collar reads: Marvin* mew mew ((it okay))
¶Nice to meet you Marvin. I should probably find where you're supposed to be..¶
*the kitten looks out the window with him. he sees the cities below with lights and snow* mew *they purr*
*it takes a second, but they pet the kitten for the first time. Soft.*
¶..Decent view today, huh?...¶
*the kitten wiggled* mew *he jumped down and laid on his computer. he saw Jim's name and was happy* mew
*he smiles just a bit*
¶Maybe I should just give it a minute...¶
*he looks out the window quietly*
*the kitten wiggled, agreeing with him as the plane flew. he saw the man worried, so he purrs*
*The corner of his mouth twitches upwards at that.*
¶I am going to have to find who you belong too when we land, Kitten.¶
*the kitten wiggled and purrs. he wonders if the man knows CJ and RJ*
*he adjusts himself into a more stable position and looks at what he had been typing. There were three things, actually, but the current one was an email. It looked harsh to him, and it had been. It looked more like an interrogation than a worried inquiry. His writing just tended to be like that though. He needed better words, gentler words.
*His brother had clearly been afraid- and the vague-ness had worried him further. All he knew was that one of the dumbasses had gotten hurt and that the other was being cryptic about it. By the time he actually got the right words, that got both his thoughts out and communicated them in a way that did not sound accusatory, he would already be in their house.*
¶...I worry about them, Kitten. I do. I hope that he's just riled up over nothing, you know?¶
*the kitten feels tall* mew *he is happy* mew *they wish for destruction* mew *they purr happily*
*he rolls his eyes a bit, this was not his cat, he was not keeping them, but it also was not like he was going to move them*
*the kitten wiggled out of his shirt and sits on his head. he feels tall* mew
¶..You are ridiculous. I am going to have to fix my hair now, you know.¶
*there is not really any bite to the words, exasperation muffling the fondness that was slowly showing up. Could not help that he liked cats, just where did this one come from..*
*the kitten wiggled closer to him. he's a cat. he's noting going to talk* meow *silly human*
*the man sighs.*
¶Guess you are stuck in here with me then. Don't chew any of my stuff, alright?¶
*he sits back down, frowns, and deletes a line from whatever he's writing before continuing. Time until arrival, approximately two hours.*
*the kitten seemed to smile at them* :3 *they started to purr*
*once the man recognizes that the furry body was in fact a cat and not some other creature that did not belong in a plane, an almost exasperated look crossed his face.*
¶What are you doing in here? I thought animals out of crates weren't allowed on board... Something about stress?¶
*he pickups and slips back on his over wear, smoothing out any wrinkles they might have had.*
¶Where is your owner..?¶
*the kitten pops from the collar of his shirt* mew:3 *he snuck on. how?*
*the man outright screams, sheds his outerwear in record speed, and is behind his origional chair way faster than seemed logical. Then again, judging by their face and voice, it was kind of obvious logic was going to be a little wonky, even for them. Their voice was a little deeper, maybe a little rougher, but it did sound like..*
¶What, what the fuck?!¶
*Jim.*
Um...? What's happening, my dude?
*The man stops mid letter on the page, looking up and around in confusion. The announcement speaker kicks on, and a voice announces that it will be a while more before they are at their destination. He looks down and continues to type, a crease on his forehead and work tiredness creeping a bit onto his face.*
How are things?
*you get a glimpse of an airplane. Inside is a man, focused on the screen of a computer. His grey suit and blue undershirt give off an air of buisness. Yes that is a thing. His call went unanswered, the weird and vague text he had received was more than a little worrying. Really, what had those dumbasses done now?*
*the kitten wiggled closer to him* meow meow meow meow meow meow meow?
°He will be ok, you do not have to worry..°
*the kitten climbs on Jim's shoulder* meow *he feels tall*
°He smiles softly, pulling out his phone again. Comfy up there?°
*Ťhâńķ ýøū, §īř* meow *Ī řêăľĺý ām ťhāñķfűł*
°Ok THAT he heard. Guess he did actually hear something the first night then? To be honest, it didn't surprise him as much as it should have. Maybe he really wouldn't pass out if he saw Mothman one day. It's not a problem, you have done far more for the two of us. And you do not have to call me sir, I'm not that old yet. He chuckles a little°
*the kitten wiggled after him, excited for food* meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow
°Despite everything, a soft chuckle escaped him. He rinses off the plate the kitten used last time and takes another patty out. He sets it down in front of them. Guess this is your plate now huh?°
*the kitten sat at his feet* mew mew mew mew mew mew mew
°He set his phone down, clicking the screen off. First sent, second saved.°
°..What is it little guy? Hungry? He gives Jim's pulse another check- still going- before pulling himself up and heading towards the kitchen. There's probably a little more burger left..°
*the kitten woke up next to RJ.* meow *it stretched and yawn. he looked away and saw CJ busy calling... someone* meow?
°CJ looked up from his typing for a brief moment, setting down the phone for a second. Just getting some help Snow, you have a good sleep I hope?°
*the kitten smiles* mew mew :3 *he purrs at his feet*
°CJ smiles back softly and sits down on the edge of the matress, reaching out to gently pet the kitten. There's a shuddery intake of breath, and he's looking at his phone. How is he supposed to explain any of this to 911...°
*the kitten hops on the mattress and placed his paws on his arm* mew mew *his cuts and bruises started to heal. he stopped bleeding*
*The injuries don't go all away, but it certainly helped. His breathing eases further, and it looks more like sleep and less like unconciousness.*
°He finds his phone and looks over just as Jim starts healing. He just, he really needs a nap. Thank you, Snowy.°
*the kitten sneezes and a portal opens to show the living room* meow *he leads the way*
°It's pretty obvious he didn't really expect that to work. Kitten is just full of surprises. He speed walks through the portal after them and into the room, moving to lay Jim down gently onto the matress. Ok, he needed to get a doctor here, where's his phone-°
*the kitten rubs his head against RJ* mew *they purr loudly*
*RJ doesn't stir at the embrace or the gentle rubbing, but his breathing looks a little easier.*
°CJ adjusts himself, preparing to actually lift him up. He doesn't think Jim is bleeding anymore, but the muted red on his shirt, head, and the seat are worrying at best. He looks at the kitten. Do you happen to have any portal tricks? He adjusts himself and Jim again, before lifting.°
*The kitten drops the box and started sniffing* sniff sniff *they smell* sniff *they smell... peppermint and Irish Spring. RJ* meow meow! *he starts leading the way*
°RJ raises an eyebrow.°
°Where are you going?°
°he follows anyway though°
*as the kitten drags the box, they see him struggle. they hope he'll be alright* meow meow
°He glances over at them, his breathing had picked up, he needed to hurry. I'm ok, we should find him soon. He begins scanning the street signs, making sure not to look directly at them for too long, least they change on him.°
*even though CJ went in this strange portal, the kitten follows happily. he still drags the cracker box*
°You are just full of determination little guy. He smiles a little at them. The kitten was like a living cat motivational poster with their crackers and sweetness. He keeps walking, the air was getting heavier.°
*the kitten lays next to him, careful not to scare him. both are scared*
°CJ shudders slightly in his curled up position, but he recognises the kitten's shape next to him. His side hurts, but nothing is broken he doesn't think. Where are they? He needs to get back, Jim is hurt and-°
°You didn't run? Snow Ears, are we both trapped?°
*the kitten purrs at his feet as he saws off the crackers he found. he would've killed a bird and brought to him, but crackers will do* meow meow
°He turns to the kitten, a brief whistle to the little one accompanied by telling him to run. It was a sweet gesture, but the kitten needed to hide; last thing he wanted to give the doll was a hostage, and the thought of it taking his new friend felt like a stab in his gut.°
*the kitten hops off the seat and wiggled away for a moment. when he wiggled back, he was dragging- HOW IS HE DRAGGING THE CRACKER BOX FROM THE TOP SHELF!?!?!?!?*
°He watches him wiggle away, he really is cute. The absence of their warmth however makes the pit in his stomach all the more noticable. The little guy's return with his cargo paved the way for more loud blinking. Not the weirdest thing the he has done, but CJ's still not used to this tiny magic cat's bag of tricks.°
°Those for me little guy? You did not have to do that for me°