Rook didn't even bother taking off down the stairs to head for the front door. Instead, he slipped into his kitten self before dropping down the terrace to the grass below. Scampering sidelined to the figure approaching, he let out a soft meow, hoping someone wasn't feeling sadistic enough to outright kill a kitten for the hell of it. But the figure looked familiar and his heart leaped a little.
Trotting over to the tall figure, Rook rubbed up against Evan's legs, purring loudly.