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[defies_reason]

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--be home soon.

[The voice is faintly tinny, coming from the phone only to be picked back up as service switches over (unexpectedly) to the Network. And along with it comes the visual of a man looking straight at the camera, since he had been brooding over the screen.

The expression doesn't last, though; his chin snaps up in alarm, phone forgotten, at what ought to be a window overlooking Miami and not... Well, he doesn't know what. He turns to look over his shoulder, one side and then the other.

He grimaces slightly, and says in a soft voice:]

Well, that's an interesting complication.


[ooc; some vagueness may occur to allow for continuity but feel free to bump into him if you'd rather!]

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action; open for threadjacking!

[maoser]

[Mao has been exploring buildings, looking for good places to establish safe houses for himself. He can't rely entirely on that one place of Hei's.

He catches a voice mentioning complications, and his curiosity is piqued. He strolls closer to check it out.]

action;

[defies_reason]

[Isaak looks vaguely perplexed; he's lost, to say the least, but long habit has hold and he isn't going to panic. This is the last situation in which one would want to show weakness, after all. That said he is at a loss, and so he's scrolling through this newfound web service-- useless as it is-- on his phone.

The movement catches his eye, and he glances up; just a cat. Mouth set in a faint frown, he looks back at his phone.]

action;

[maoser]

[Not a cutesy animal lover; that's always a relief. Mao hates the people who grab him for cuddles.

He ambles over. The man isn't standing close enough to anything for Mao to jump onto a higher surface to peek at his device, so in the contrary way of cats and spies, he rubs against the man's legs as though to demand affection.]

action;

[defies_reason]

[He's really not in the warm squishy center business, cat. Still, at least Isaak doesn't swing too far the other way; he's never seen the purpose of idle cruelty, least of all to beasts. So he ignores the cat, mainly, though he does pause and look at it again when it bumps up against him.]

Friends in low places, [he mutters. But no scratches behind your ear, Mao.]

action;

[maoser]

[Mao can certainly respect that, though it's inconvenient for him at the moment. He mraows insistently. He just wants to know what's on your device screen!]

action;

[defies_reason]

I don't have anything for you.

[Not that he'd expect a cat to understand, but maybe the tone of voice will help. He shifts his weight and nudges the cat with his ankle.]

action;

[maoser]

[Mao will not be deterred! He will, however, wind his way between your feet. Maybe if he can trip you...]

action;

[defies_reason]

[This is exactly the sort of thing that might make him reconsider his stance on cruelty to animals.

He doesn't trip; he does step back and lean down to pick the cat up by the scruff of its neck, eyes narrowed, before pausing to scout the area for a low wall or a table or something to move the animal to.

On the plus side, this does showcase his phone's screen, which has nothing but the usual Network feed on it.]

action;

[maoser]

MRAOW! [He's not a kitten anymore! The scruff of the neck HURTS! But he got what he wanted.

And it wasn't worth the pain. Just the usual network feed. Damn it.

He wriggles and squirms, trying to get out of Isaak's grip so he can leave.]

action;

[defies_reason]

[The man is all too happy to help, bending again to set Mao unceremoniously on the ground, as far away from his legs as he can reach. He doesn't particularly need to get clawed.]

action;

[maoser]

[Mao makes a beeline for the opposite side of the room and grooms himself to compose his ruffled dignity.

He may also be waiting around, hoping to overhear something that would make his time here worthwhile.]

action;

[defies_reason]

[Unfortunately, Isaak's still doing virtual reconnaissance; the only thing to hear is all his other where am I? conversations.]

action;

[maoser]

[At that point, Mao decides to cut his losses, and he returns to his hunt for safe houses.]