Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
Reece didn't say anything more about the bodies Cat had found and destroyed. He took the information and just filed it away, like, okay, we'll think about that later, when people can't look at our face and read exactly what we're thinking. Except, he didn't think of himself in plural, so don't worry. Cat assuaged him about downloading her—or, well, that was the goal, he thought, and so he nodded about that. "Okay." He didn't think people generally planned on getting killed, but...
Anyway, in the apartment, Cat was all languid on the sofa, sprawled like her namesake, and Reece was pretty sure if he squinted, he'd find a tail flicking listlessly somewhere. She watched him, which just made him more nervous, and he tried not to trip over himself as he sat. He already had one boot off when she told him to leave his shoes on, and then he had to awkwardly slide it back on. Bending at the waist, he tied up the laces, then pushed himself upright with the help of the coffee table. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and sat back. He was twisted so his back was mostly to the sofa arm, and his knees were inward toward Cat, his boots dangling.
He glanced at his feet, to make sure he wasn't getting anything dirty, and the boot was already undone. Cool. He sighed and looked back to Cat. He pushed the ring of his hair out of his face again. "So, we're dating?" He looked at the space between them on the sofa, then back up to Cat. "Can I sit there?"