Jamie Calder Jones (about_face) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-06-06 02:29:00 |
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Current mood: | weird |
Who: Sam and Jamie (in a sense)
What: Jamie tries to comfort Sam in a totally unconventional way. Involving, uh, purring?
When: Late Saturday night
Where: The school bleachers
Rating: PG-15 (Sam's language, inevitably)
The last couple of days had consisted of Jamie spending his free time isolated in his room, perfecting turning into the black cat he’d decided his animal alter-ego was going to be. He knew there was something highly immoral about the whole thing. The bruises from his incident as a dog were fading, but were covered by newer ones from his constant nightly changes.
Not that it mattered, even though the weather was warming up, Jamie was very attached to his long sleeves. He’d worn holes in most of them for his thumbs to slide through, his clothes were moulded to him at the best of times.
Tonight, though, they fell off him as he transformed into the black cat whose skin he would be inhabiting for the night. He shook himself a little, long tail lashing back and forth as he jumped for the window. He could make it now, far more graceful than ever before. No scrabbling against the wall this time.
Hopping out of the window was getting easier too, he barely stumble on his path down to the floor, paws hitting the ground running as he headed towards the school. He’d spent ages trying to work out the route that wasn’t going to get him run over. Once he’d worked it out, it only took him half an hour. What? He was a cat.
And wasn’t that a surreal thing to be thinking.
Slipping underneath the fence, Jamie trotted merrily towards the bleachers. It was nice, actually, the fur meant that he didn’t feel the cold anywhere near as acutely as he normally did.
A figure on the benches caught his attention and he sped up a little to approach it, actually having to take a moment to look at the seats to work out how to climb up before he jumped up onto the first one and continued up until he could stand beside Sam’s feet, blinking up at him.
Sam looked terrible. Jamie put his front paws on top of the Converse closest to him, tail slowly moving back and forth. He nudged Sam’s shin with his head.