The Universe's Mixer

Hank was feeling restless. He was finished with the image inducer, but after spending so long in the lab. So, instead of celebrating his completed project with a test run, a nice dinner, or a good long nap, he shed his shirt and glasses (because such things were precious to him and didn't have much of a shelf life around the object of his venture out) and escaped out a window of the tower.

It was quiet out, near enough nightfall that the City was settling down some before the nightlife kicked into gear, and Hank made his way over the rooftops easily, testing the wind at various points to get a sense of where he might find her. He was getting much more comfortable being around without a shirt on, and besides, after the way he'd slipped into feral docility with her and her boyfriend last time they'd met, there wasn't much point in getting dressed up if he was looking for her specifically.

He caught her scent after only an hour or so of searching, and tracked her down to the library. He paused, remembering the prize he retained from his last encounter with her in the building, then opted to enter through a window on the second story to avoid running into any staff. He landed on the carpeted floor with a soft thud, then crept through the building, finding her quickly enough. Her scent was strong and easy to track, something he was grateful for tonight but which made escaping her difficult when he wanted to try to find peace of mind away from her.

Red.

His blood quickened just at the sight of her, and a familiar hunger took his body everywhere but his stomach. But he was feeling playful, too, and so when he located her he paused, going into stealth mode and sneaking up behind the seating area where she was, surrounded by books. He took a moment, then thudded along the floor, making just enough noise that she shouldn't scare too badly, then pounced up and over the back of the couch and caught himself before landing fully upon her.

"Boo," he grinned, all teeth and fluffy fur, before he caught a much stronger scent. He paused and frowned, sniffing at one of the delicate looking hands holding a book, his brows knitting together. "Were you bleeding?"

It seemed there could be no reason for a woman of her age to be clutching a book of fables, but that's exactly what Honour Bellaforte was doing -- walking down the streets of the City, almost aimless, and clutching a heavily-embossed, slim hardcover full of fables. She'd been walking for an hour, the sun was sliding behind the buildings of this place she now called her home, and she still hadn't settled matters in her head.

The street was winding her in and out of shops; some she recognized, some she didn't. None of them were appealing....but then, she wasn't in a mood to shop. Long shadows traversed the sidewalk in front of her. She stepped through them, eyes focused ahead, but seeing very little.

As preoccupied as she was, Beauty very nearly collided with the far larger man just exiting the shop to her right.