needabourbon | [005] [Video → Voice]

If you haven't seen that old gunman with the fedora walking around Luceti lately it's probably because he was 'napped a few weeks ago. Now the video of his journal clicks on within his room and, instead of seeing your good acquaintance Jigen lounging on a piece of furniture with legs kicked up on a table and arms sprawled along the back of his seat, you'll look to the lower part of the screen to see a small black furry thing curled up underneath half of Jigen's fedora. Familiar tar-black wings poking out from under it.

The feed will stay like this for the entirety of this creature's nap. Then out from under the hat pops a black cat, stretching long and hard before sitting upright with eyes half-closed. Everything seems normal before it looks up toward the table where the journal is propped and giving the video feed. It's come to some sort of realization, now looking around at it's surroundings and suddenly gives a loud trouble screech of a hiss then continues to run about the room at some point knocking over the journal and disabling the video, leaving the audio to continue. Hissing and scurrying calms down and leaves silence.

"I'm..." Jigen's voice is heard, out of breath and raspy, "I'm a cat?!"

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I do not suppose you have food appropriate for a cat in your apartment...nor do you have any way of obtaining some.

[There's a very soft sigh, a quieter chuckle.]

You still live on the sixth floor with Lupin, yes?

Cat food? No and please don't bring any... [Sighing audibly. Certainly not pleased with being a feline.]

Yeah, that's where I'm at.

Jigen; there is a difference between 'cat food' and 'food appropriate for a cat'. One of my in laws is a gourmet chef that caters almost specifically to Parisians and their pets. He gave me more than a few of his recipes.

[Not that she's been able to use them until recently.]

I will be there shortly, unless you would rather not have company.

I could use the company... [Even if he is horribly embarrassed to be a cat.]

I will be there soon.

[With that she flips her journal closed and slides it into her bag, stopping once at the grocery store before making her way to Jigen's apartment complex. She gets faintly anxious coming up the stairs from the fourth floor, but pushes past it after a moment's silent meditation. Up one more level and she knocks on his door before pushing it open.]

Jigen?

[He's there. Curled under his normally-sized fedora with his tail flapping back and forth in frustration. Jigen wiggles out from under the hat to look in Adele's direction--the emotion of the situation didn't quite hit him until just now, as he looks upward at Adele's size. He can only think of how he would normally stand just over her eye level.

Not in any rush to bring himself any further embarrassment he decides to keep himself still and only nods at her,] "Hey there."

...how is it you sound the same despite having a much smaller voice box?

[She shakes her head and sighs, setting her bag of groceries next to the door before walking closer. She kneels and, despite already knowing Jigen, extends a hand to scratch just behind his ears if it is allowed.]

I must say, however. You make for a handsome cat, Monsieur Jigen.

[Jigen seems disturbed that her large hand is reaching toward his face but relaxes as she begins to scratch. The compliment and instinctive purring erupting from his tiny little throat is a moment of a great comfort considering the stressful situation. It seems he's only near Adele during or after some sort of stressful situation...

He shakes his head and moves back from her hand, looking up to her.]

I don't mean to be rude but... [He realizes he hasn't been able to eat a single thing since he woke up this way. His stomach gives a timely growl to suggest this hunger.]

[Adele manages not to coo or otherwise coddle Jigen, something she's managed to avoid in most every interaction with a cat she's had in her life. Cats were cats. They weren't infants. Though the purring was, admittedly, adorable, the only change in her expression is a softening around her eyes and slight smile.]

You are hungry, yes? [It takes a moment for her to consider. Jigen does not have a kitchen in his apartment, but the communal kitchen will do. She doesn't want to leave him alone. It could be odd. For him, at least.]

...May I carry you? It is strange to ask, I know, but the alternative would be to leave you here while I prepare your meal.

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