( he looked at me like i was stupid, i'm not stupid )

[falconing]

Who: Members of the Huntress and visitors!
Action: The U.S.S. Huntress!
When: It's a mingle for the month of March!

[ it's that time of year! also, pr was on hiatus for a bit, and needs to throw herself into things, so indulge me!! ]

Comments

lmao do NOT apologise

[flickerflash]

[Katie skittered back at first instance, because it's more distressing to round a corner only to have a foot nearly come down on you, you know. Her ears flatten as she stares back; there's something distinctly unpleasant about the faint glamour threaded all through him, but given she hangs out with someone who dreams of actual hell all day erry day she can deal with it.

But she's a cat. And you're staring. So she will stare back. So there.

Up until he speaks, at which point she tilts her head briefly, then gives a yawn and sits back on her haunches licking a paw. I am a cat and I'll go where I please.]

in that case I regret nothing

[eyeforaneye]

An inappropriately relaxed response for an invader.

[ And one that doesn't match the less calculated and more instinctual reactions of a common house cat. Who is this animal's caretaker? And if it doesn't have one, how did it get on the ship. ]

Can you speak?

[flickerflash]

[Is this guy for real. You speak like a sidhe, dude. She's not expecting the question, though, and she pauses mid-lick to blink at him in surprise, head cocked. Which... does her case no favours, really.

Well, she can't speak any language he can understand, so she settles for sitting at attention on her haunches to stare up at him, giving a high pitched mew. That's all the speech she's capable of. To humans, anyway.]