No Tell Motel

Today had been an odd day. Lots of nice, nice touches. And no lab.

He'd never been in a place like this before, and it was nice. Though Zack found himself very much wanting to find someone to cuddle up to.

Purring some, he started to poke around, sticking his head through doors and looking for someone to get close to.

Cloud rolled over, and paused. He'd been on his windowseat, by his window, soaking in his sunbeam. His human was off at work doing human things, so he'd been relaxing in his usual afternoon nap, but now he wasn't at his usual place.

The feline oozed forward, sniffing at the air, because he was Outside and he didn't spend much time there. It smelled like cleaning things and water, though. Which meant that he pretty much wanted to go nowhere near it, because really. Water.

On the other hand, he could see a wide open place near the water that was full of a huge sunbeam that would take forever to go away, and places to stretch out and get the most of the sunbeam.

Well...maybe if he just didn't go too near the water, things would be okay.

He crept into the pool courtyard toward one of the lounge chairs, staying as far away from the pool as was physically possible, and insinuated himself onto a plastic chair. Oh. Warm. And sunny. Nice.

He'd worry about where he was after the sunbeam was gone.

He rolled over on the bed and stretched, tilting his head as he noticed that the scent of the room was different, then a beat later that this wasn't home.

Had Shinra decided that his play for madness wasn't actually enough to keep him from being useful to them?

He had his doubts, and he stretched, tail flicking before he crawled off the bed to explore the terrain, not bothering to try and locate shorts. If Cloud got mad at him for it, well, he had his ways to quiet him down that wouldn't get complaining.

Blinking around, Zack absently licked a hand, watching his surroundings. The door to his room was open, and he was working on bathing. Icky water outside.

Having shed his scrubs, the cat was enjoying not having to wear them. Instead, he swiped his tongue over skin, washing away the smell of the labs.

Labs were bad.

His name is Jimmy.

He hates it. He's tried to go by James but Jimmy keeps sticking to him, like a wad of bubble gum on his shoe, and he's become resigned to it. Jimmy Bates it is and it's never gonna be anything different.

Oh, well. Good thing he's the adaptable sort.

He's adapted to a lot in his life. Parents' divorce. Uncle suddenly leaving the family fortune to him and him alone. Schools rejecting him if he wouldn't give 'em a gift. Discovering his tastes in intimate affairs ranged further and wider than most found comfortable, or even sane.

He's sure he'll adapt to this.

"This" being that he's somehow managed to end up on a lounge chair, one of a row of them, surrounding an indoor pool. Looks to be inside a hotel of sorts.

Not so hard to adapt to, he supposes. It'll take some getting used to, though, to deal with he fact that he's completely naked.

He leans back and relaxes. Yeah, he'll get used to it eventually.