Re: Log: The Cat - Cat/Matt
[She just chuckled at his bluntness. Matt was always direct, which was possibly surprising in a man of such few words. But perhaps it wasn't as strange as all that. He never said unnecessary things, and he barely said the necessary things, and Cat found that oddly soothing. It wasn't that it reminded her of a certain not-so-communicative man in a cape and cowl, but it was the same kind of stoic strength that Cat appreciated. Perhaps it was an acquired taste. And acquired taste or not, she wasn't surprised at his comment about pedestals. Cat? She had none. Pedestals, in her opinion, were as weak as affection could be. People were mortal, human and fallible. She'd grown to adulthood in a world where even your best friends would sell you out, and where everyone knew that was how the world turned. Everyone had their own sense of morality, their own cascade of things that mattered, and everyone was flawed.
Oh, and everyone had a breaking point. No, pedestals were dangerous, and it was a danger Cat had learned young. No pedestals for the kitty cat, and all men and women had feet of clay.
He took the joint, and she smiled as the embers burned. She really needed to invest in a vape box, but she was too old fashioned. Funny, really, since she enjoyed so many modern things. But brown paper burning down? That was like slow jazz, and it was something Cat was loathe to give up.
When he tucked her hair behind her ear, she didn't move away, and she didn't move closer. She watched his hand drop, and she looked up at him again. She just grinned that lush red grin at him, and her mossy eyes were entertained by his question.] On my bad side? Everyone starts there, мой дорогой. [It was a non-answer, of course, and she stepped away and returned to the safe, where she locked the remaining vodka away.
She turned then, regarded him.] I'll book our flight. You talk to Isaiah. And that bottle. [She motioned to the locked safe.] We'll drink the rest of it once we're home. Alright? [Whether home was the dacha or here? Well, that was open for interpretation.]