Week Nine : Wednesday Who: Ezra and Kenzie When: Evening Where: Their place in Head of Halcyon
Over the past little while, since Ezra had found out the truth about what Kenzie really was, he had been leaving clothes out for him. Kenzie would find them laying neatly stacked in a chair and he would take them, put them away along with his green socks, and not say anything about it. He had rarely been in human form since the initial meeting, finding it so much easier to be a cat and just watch, just observe Ezra, rather than really interact with him, but today he was feeling less anti-social and was actually looking forward to Ezra coming home.
In human form, he watched the clock. He had put on the clothes that Ezra had given him, all of the clothes that Ezra had given him, and now felt like he weighed about ten pounds more than he did and had little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. And he had thought that fur was hot! It was nothing compared to these blasted clothes. He had no idea how normal humans did it every single day. He had to admire their tenacity. It had been under an hour and already he wanted to strip off naked.
He had decided to do something nice for Ezra, and he had straightened up the house, or had straightened it as much as Ezra would allow for it to be straight. He had on the table, ready to go, a couple of plates, something he had learned about from Ezra, and a can of food of some sort. He couldn't read but whatever was in it looked like it might taste okay. That was as far as his culinary skills would take him, but it was the thought that counted, correct.
When he heard the door, his ears perked, and he launched himself over to it, wiggling his hind side as he stood at the door, not crouched, waiting for Ezra to turn his key and push the door open. Wouldn't he be surprised?!?