Re: Hallway of the Second Floor
"You are excessively glittery," a male voice observed from somewhere on the stairwell above her head, where the second curved into the third. "I am not sure I approve, but I suppose one must be fashionable where one must." He sounded as if he did not approve of fashion, but also as if he suspected that she might, and he might get a rise out of her with his commentary.
If she craned her neck the right way, she'd see him--or what there was of him to see. He had on a white suit shirt and a loosened tie, and though there were no legs visible, he appeared to be leaning quite happily on his elbows braced the banister. The green cat eyes glittered down at her, not hostile but not quite benevolent, either. The Cat was nothing like Glinda the Good. In fact, 'good' constituted something of a joke where he was from.