nick bryant ( fire elemental ) . (firecraft) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-08-07 19:46:00 |
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Who: Nick and Elena, featuring Major (NPC).
Where: The lobby of Camelot Place.
When: Evening.
Major had been sitting on the stairs waiting for him when he had walked through the door to the building. Presumably, as had been the case in the past, he had decided to wander around in the time Nick was out at work, and had done so by slipping out of the open window in the elemental's apartment and using the fire escape to roam up or down to his heart's content. How he had ended up in the lobby was beyond Nick, and he had never gone out of his way to ask. What the cat did in his own time was his business, and so long as he didn't cause trouble, Nick wouldn't ask questions.
"Don't forget the junk mail," Major said with a yawn that was both wide and lazy, and with an arch of his back he stretched before trotting down the steps. Without comment he hopped up onto the nearest perch, in this case the wooden desk of sorts beneath the mailboxes where tenants could leave said junk mail or pick up packages dropped off by the mailman.
Nick made a point of picking up the dropped junk mail and waving it once, loosely, in the cat's direction, his eyes on the shallow stack of actual letters in his other hand.
"Yes," the cat sighed, "I saw the junk mail. I told you not to forget it."
The elemental turned his eyes down to the ginger tabby. "It's junk mail. Junk mail. The clue's in the name." He said as much with a hint of a sarcastic smile. It had been a long day, a very long day, especially since he had started his shift the previous morning. Some people said there was no rest for the wicked. Those people had it backwards. The wicked could rest whenever they wanted, but it was those who cleaned up after them that could never relax.
"There's coupons," Major pointed out, turning his bright eyes from Nick's face to the mail he held loosely in his right hand. "They have some good stuff. You never know what you might miss." The cat wasn't joking, either. Nick could see it on that feline face that Major genuinely meant every word, that he honestly wanted him to keep the junk.
"What I might miss, and enjoy missing," Nick said, "is the mess this stuff ends up making in the apartment." He thought about whapping the familiar lightly on the head with the mail, but he opted against it. Major had claws, after all, sharp claws, and wasn't afraid to use them, especially when he felt he had a point to make.