Even though he was expecting it, Vaughn still jumped with a little surprise at the sudden reappearance of his cat friend. "Hey, buddy," he greeted, instinctively reaching out to stroke Mao's head, tickling behind his ears and then letting his hand run down his back. "You've kept out of trouble, hm? Thank you for waiting."
He opened the driver's side door, stepping back so that the cat could get in and get comfortable, wherever cats could travel. Of course there was no way on earth that Vaughn would entertain the idea of getting a cat carrier, even if it was kind of amusing.
"It's not really a long drive, I can drop you back here after, if you want?" once he'd shown him where he lived. Surely in his demon cat form he could move a lot faster, could probably get between Repose and the city easy enough. "Come on. You can ride shotgun."
The inside of Vaughn's car probably didn't say a whole lot about him. He had a stack of CD's in the gap between the two front seats, and a little cookie shaped air freshener hanging from the mirror that really just smelt of vanilla. That and there was always a cup of coffee in the coffee holder, so there was always a feint aroma of it in the car. Which wasn't the worst thing. A few books were strewn over the backseat, but again nothing too incriminating.
For a man who suddenly found himself smitten with an organ-eating demon cat, Vaughn was pretty tame usually.
"I can put on whatever music you want, I'm kinda boring, I've been listening to classical, it's good for driving home in the dark," he continued, feeling the need to talk or explain himself. "I live on my own, too, so you're welcome to come and go as you please-" why was he offering that? "-if you want. I guess you must have a home somewhere else where you can sleep, because...you've been sleeping there, obviously-" they were pulling out of the hospital car park, and Vaughn wished he wasn't such a rambling idiot. "I can drop you off near your sleeping place, if you'd prefer that?" Mao would be throwing himself out of the window soon, he was sure, if Vaughn didn't stop with the babbling.
His home was just above a store on the main street of Repose, though the ground level entrance beside where he parked his car did have a handy window that he was sure could be utilised by any visiting cats.
Vaughn's home was a little more exciting than his car, had a little more of his personality running through it. Lots of books, certainly, but also a huge sofa (and a huge bed), a wall full of DVDs, posters, a guitar or two. He'd taken his time unpacking and settling in, and it looked strangely like his dorm had back in college.