WHO: Kitty, Lockheed, and OPEN to Hyperion people (Kitty needs to get to know more of them!) WHAT: Coming back from patrol WHEN: Late night RATING: Who knows? STATUS: Incomplete
It had been a pretty successful night out- she'd stopped a few muggings and taken out a couple nasty vamps with the aid of her tiny-but-mighty companion, who was now curled up around her shoulders, tuckered out after a busy night. Kitty, on the other hand, was still on that post-fight adrenaline buzz and had a whole lot of energy to burn off.
She phased in through the front door, not wanting to make too much noise, lest some of her new found allies be actually attempting to sleep. Lockheed made a few low chittering sounds, which she quietly responded to. "I know you're tired, and probably hungry. I'll drop you off in the room, and then I'll go out for a run, or something," she said to him in a low murmur, which seemed to placate him for the moment. "Think I've still got some leftover sushi for lunch- extra eel, just for you."
She frowned as she ran a hand through her hair, freeing it from the ponytail she had it up in. "Ugh. Vampire dust in the hair," she muttered. "So many kinds of ew."