Log: Faol's Apartment: Selina/Faol
[The apartment was small, obviously suited for a single person (a man in this case) but decent with hardwood floors and plain walls, and possibly slightly above the price point where a man working at a comic shop should be able to afford. Ah well. He didn't start working at Enigma and Graves for the money. And as nice as the apartment was - ti was exceptionally spartan. There was a small table in the breakfast nook with two chairs, though having two people eat there would mean either very small plates or very close company.
The living room - or what seemed to be the living room - had only a third hand couch (and that might have been generous) that was clean but lumpy, and a TV that was a few years old but still a flat screen. Sitting on the couch was the aforementioned she-devil ninja spawn (or white cat to anyone else) meticulously cleaning herself. Down the hallway to the right was one closed door - and a blood trail (big, fat droplets) leading from the open bedroom door (the bedroom was bare except for the mattress and box spring sitting on the floor, covered with rumpled bedclothes dotted with crimson and a fresh yellow stain on one of the pillows) to a closed door that was likely the bathroom.
The bathroom Faol had barricaded himself into because while the cat had surprised him by using his balls as a good morning wake up trampoline, he hadn't shot the fucker in a show of incredible willpower as far as he was concerned. He hadn't done it either when the cat used his skin as traction to climb up his body, or pushed off him and left a bleeding (now sluggishly, he did attempt some first aid) gash down his forearm.
Really, why couldn't people have dogs?
And as soon as he heard movement in the small apartment:] Selina?