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[A charming domestic scene. Chase's dimly lit bedroom, too-early morning light filtering through the curtains. Watch as the good doctor wakes up, gets out of bed, drags a comb across his head, makes for the door and trips over the cat.

From its spot on the bookcase, Chase's device spools out video of the animal, a small but energetic creature, hopping up onto the edge of the bed and chirping, while someone groans, out of sight.

When Chase stands, swimming back up into view, he's pushing his hands through his hair again. Or trying. Accessory to the boxer shorts and pillow creased face, a fine pair of tabby kitty ears now protrude through mussed blond. Frowning, Chase traces the outline of one as he notices the small record light not too far in front of him, and reaches to switch off the video with what's either a growl or a purr.]

>Clinic Duty;
[Even neko-doctors have to earn a buck. The ears are making life surprisingly difficult around the hospital: he can't get his surgical cap over them, or operate when he's at risk of shedding on the patient - at least the pussy jokes never get old. Care to make another?]

>Coffee Break;
[Apparently breeding season has the squirrels on their guard. By the time Chase has made it under a line of trees he's sporting tall red ears, indignantly pricked.]

>Home Again, Home again;
[If he'd had more time to think about it while trying to detach its jaws from his arm, he'd swear that dog had a touch of wolf in it. If he could see his ears now, wide, silver grey, he'd know for sure.]

{ooc- (Not!Awesome Powers): Chase has the involuntary ability to manifest the ears (and a few select traits) of whatever animal he touches. Placeholder-y as I am not!well tonight.}

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Cuuuute! How'd you do that?

[Carla and Rex will just be over here watching your chew-toy impersonation, Chase.]

...Having fun?

[No response until he's at least got his shirt on.]

No idea.

[The question is: how does he stop it?]

~How adorable.

Well, it could be worse!

[Thank you for the help, Carla. He's shaking dog slobber off his sleeve when he makes it over to where she's standing, keeping a wary eye on whatever-it-is she keeps as a pet.]

Yes. I've always thought I had one too many arms.

Thank you.

[He bats an ear back in an attempt to smooth his hair.]

Right. Whiskers would have made it a bitch to shave.

It could be worse.

You might've grown tentacles or gills.

[Saya isn't paying attention when he gets to the warehouse; she's got a liver (cow) in the blender going at full speed]

[Rex would very much like to snuff you, blonde doctor, but Carla tells him to sit, and while he does so, his back legs are splayed in a rather undignified manner beneath him. He is still looking up at Chase eagerly, tongue lolling out one side of his mouth.]

I could staple it back on for you.

Is this a curse or have you just been holding out on everyone?

That's sweet of you, but you might want to hold off sending that resume in to microsurgery for a while yet.

[What's more disturbing is he's not sure if Rex is more likely to pounce on him than he is on Rex. He shifts foot to foot, near bouncing, raising a hand absently to scratch behind an ear. (And thumping one heel in involuntary response as he does so).]

I might. But it would make me ask some questions about the cat.

[He scoops Scan onto his knee as he sits on the bed. Their ears - larger set and smaller set, are a matching pair.]

[And he can smell it, across the warehouse, through closed doors. He works with livers: usually the light touch of urea isn't an appetising feature. He can't smell her, which is strange - only because in the last couple of hours he's been able to smell everyone - and wanted to smell everyone. Here there's not even the trace of her.

But forget that. The liver smells incredible. Better get there quick before it's gone.]

[He can't help but smirk a little. What a surreal place this City is.]

Charming. It's like pair of Matryoshka dolls.

You can consider it payment. You showed me yours, I've shown you mine.

[Suddenly, there it is, over the tangy bloody irony smell of blood - the smell of wolf, musky and pungent and filling Saya's nose in a way that isn't appealing.

The response - a release of scentless fear pheromones - is automatic before she turns to see who it is that smells like wolf. She releases it in thick clouds as she spins]

[Her lower lip gets caught between her teeth as she watches him bounce, fighting back a smile to little effect. The Reanimate recognizes the body-language, especially after all these months with the wolf pup. She wonders if...]

Robert. [Her voice is crisp and clear, the exact same way she had spoken to Rex.] Sit down.

[The worst thing that could happen is he gives her an offended look and stays on his feet while she smiles back at him. Best case scenario, he stops fidgeting back and forth like that and she lets Rex lick his face.]

[It's a very small cat, Karl. Chase glances down at the cat, carefully fingertip-grooming her.]

I like to think there'd be a stage or two between.

Careful.

The City might take this as an invitation to shrink you. Or make your pet larger.

Edited 2012-05-10 04:44 (UTC)

Somehow I doubt that. I suppose it'd be a nice enough parlor trick.

[And he's only three feet off pouncing her by the time she does.]

Are you cooking? You don't cook. What are you cooking?

[But there's a stumble that keeps him from catching her shoulders as he meant to, and suddenly he's wide eyed and bent double, not sure what just felt like a kick, but something did, and his instinct is to cower.]

Edited 2012-05-10 04:57 (UTC)

Robert?

[It's not who she expected - she knows his scent intimately and this isn't right, but she hunts more by sight than by scent, and it's too late to retract the pheromones.]

Don't breathe.

[She stays still even though she knows it's too late, she's already terrifying]

[He's drawing breath to start on another subject - funny how his brain suddenly doesn't want to keep to one train of thought, when she interrupts.

And he sits.

It just seems like the natural thing to do and then question, although he sits patiently - a little confused - waiting for her reason.]

Yes?

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