#/ one two year old ask coming right up dasdbahdba

[lachalaine]

@secrecykept​ asked: 

If Jackie were to walk into her bedroom right now, she would see a large leopard splayed out on her bed. The feline was perfectly content in his sleep, a low purr rumbling from him. Poor thing was so exhausted! Of course it /was/ tiring being so damn nosy. The bedroom was in a bit of a mess, it had been quite a challenge for Chesh to /nosy/ through her belongings while in leopard form after all.

If Jackie were to walk into her bedroom right now, she was nearly certain of exactly the sight that she would see. The same sight that she’d had for years, her room the same as it ever was; no different from how she’d left it this morning, no different from how she’d walked into it last night.  

There wasn’t much to be said for a variation in said expectations, after all, considering the years and years of which she’d primarily lived alone. Apart from Lemon Drop, of course, who for all her haughtiness and arrogance, was not necessarily one to cause too much of a mess in her absence -- spare the few times she made it a point to toss down the odd vase or two, but that was only ever to see how fast she could make Jackie run over to catch it. 

Living with a cat, it’d seemed, wasn’t exactly the easiest arrangement, in hindsight. 

Now living with two however, with one being just a mite larger and a great deal more curious, and she was going to find out just exactly how much that statement rang true. 

For it’s with a slight push upon the door that the female quietly meanders her way in that afternoon, with attention preoccupied, her gaze distracted - focused only upon the mobile phone lit ever so brightly within her grasp. An idle musing on a possible response to a received text message, only for her attention to gradually shift when her bare foot suddenly catches on to something both stringy and soft, a lil’ thin scrap of fabric that draws the woman up short. 

And Jackie allows a passing moment of confusion to settle before she finally makes it a point to check, the idle lifting of her foot with a mild note of uncertainty, before her eyes finally manage to comprehend exactly what it is that she sees. 

Pale lilac. Thin Lace. A most conspicuous textile tossed onto the floor like last weeks laundry. 

Funny, considering how she was sure she hadn’t worn that particular piece for at least a month. She’d even remembered folding it after it’d been washed. 

Although --- now that she’d deigned to notice it, as mahogany hues slowly shifted to yet another piece of fabric on the floor, to another, and then another, and then one more --- 

Huh. 

Her whole closet was in dire need of a laundry hamper now, apparently. 

And who should she eventually find but the obvious culprit dozing away on her bed; the male having plainly taken no efforts at all to hide his involvement, as he lay buried beneath a good pile of cozy sweaters, with his claws gently clipped into the fabric of her most favorite jacket. 

The look on her face does not read pleased, even as her heart mildly melts at the sight. 

Oh gods. 

“Kit.” She exhales in soft exasperation, even as his ear seems to mildly twitch at the sound of her voice, an absent snuggle down into the fabric still curled tight beneath his maw, and gods forbid - but even knowing the extent of the mess he’d caused, even knowing that there might be actual claw marks laced into most her clothes now, not to mention her favorite hoodie -- oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

He was so lucky he was cute. So lucky.

Still.

It doesn’t stop her from bonking him on the head with a pillow though.