A cat's the only cat who knows where it's at

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Who: Zelos and whoever!
Where: Ordo 2 & 3
When: Today, all day
Style: Brackets
Status: Open to those who have a reason to be at casa de Zel.

[It's not unusual for Zelos to be seen puttering around Ordo at all hours. What is unusual is that this week, he's been displaying some... odd behaviors, even for him.

While the Chosen doesn't usually sleep, many times this week he can be caught sprawled out across the couch, the armchair, even in one strange case the bottom step of the staircase with his tail twitching slightly. As the week went on, he'd purposely plant himself in the way of certain people, going so far as to sit on a pile of Zelda's papers in a silent demand for attention.

He's also been cooking quite a lot of fish lately...

Granted this wouldn't be so strange if he had fully transformed into a cat. Of course, the bubble had only seen fit to give him the ears and a tail and therefore it's pretty ridiculous.

Today, being a day he has off from the host club, finds Zelos curled up against one of the big front windows in the morning and generally pestering people for most of the rest of the day, save for the thirty minute nap he takes in the basket of dryer-fresh-and-warm laundry (this seems to be a running gag in this household).

Perhaps he's taken the time to come pester you, fellow resident?]

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[radiantwingedone]

[ But Zelos.

Duke wanted to sit in that basket.

He's going to hop up and figure out where there is room now. ]

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[Zelos is a bit big for the basket so his arm and legs are hanging over the edges as it is. Looks like the small of his back is an excellent spot to curl up though, if he doesn't wake up that is.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke does think that is an excellent spot to sit. He casually rolls over to end up somewhat sideways on that spot.

Yes goodspot. ]

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[There's a quiet purr-mumble from Zelos as he adjusts a bit to get more comfy, tail swatting up to smack the space encroacher. Right in the face.

He's totally still asleep, not his fault! That tail as a mind of its own!]

[radiantwingedone]

[ This is a grumbly noise, and Duke rolls so that he can try to avoid any further tails-to-the-face. ]

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[DUKE THAT IS HIS BUTT!

Zelos jumps up with a hiss, the laundry basket tumbling over and leaving them both in a massive pile of clothes.]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd hadn't been affected by the curse this week, but that's probably just as well. He's still dealing with figuring out his own permanent transformation. He's starting to get the hang of pulling his wings out and putting them away, so this morning he's been trying to practice controlling them. He's in the living room now, carefully extending his wings, not flapping them outright.

But fluttering, yes, oh yes. Fluttering and twitching with each careful tug he uses to pull on the mana. Lloyd's not really thinking about if he has an audience, or what said audience might think.]

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[The feline afflicted Chosen, ensconced unmoving in the front window as he has been for the past hour or so, finally can't stop himself from batting at the edge of the big shiny fluttery wing tip that keeps distracting him from... actually, not really from anything. He was just laying there with his tail twitching. Now he's bent backwards over the sill with his hair trailing to the floor and fingers brushing Lloyd's wings each time they pass in front of his nose.]

Practicing, nya?

[Damnit this curse is annoying. Not that the thought makes him stop.]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd's wings twitch involuntarily, an abrupt movement that pulls one wing away from Zelos's hand. The boy himself jerks, shying away from - well, Zelos isn't touching him, but-]

Hey, that tickles!

[Or something close enough. It's weird feeling someone touch his mana like that.]

Yeah, I'm still trying to get the hang of this.

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Have you tried flying yet?

[Sorry man but flicking the wing like that just makes him want to chase it more. Zelos rolls off the sill onto the floor in a ridiculous heap, still pawing at the sparkling trail left by the coalesced mana.]

[redcladidealist]

[And of course, that only prompts Lloyd to flick his wing back again. Hey, he's starting to get good at that. He tries it again - and maaaaybe he's letting his wing trail a little closer to Zelos's face. Totally not teasing his cat-like friend. What would make you think that?]

Not yet. Well, sort of. I tried flying once, but I couldn't even get off the ground.

[He ended up on his face, but he's not about to admit that.]

Kratos said he was going to teach me, though.

[He just... hasn't heard from Kratos yet.]

[chosen_gigolo]

[He bats his hand through the wing again, obviously not meeting any resistance as his fingers pass through the coalesced mana but knowing it'll sort of tingle.]

Oh yeah? Did he just say that or is he actually gonna do it?

[Bitter much? He might be projecting his deadbeat dad feels juuuust a little.]

[champ_coordinator]

[Wallace stared as he saw the man with cat ears and a tail. Quite familiar with how Selphie looked. Was he inflicted with the same curse?]

Greetings.

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[Maybe flopping on the porch hadn't been the best idea considering he's easily visible from the street. Zelos lifts his head, feline ears swiveling towards Wallace and tail tapping slowly and gently against the front step.]

Hey. You are?

[champ_coordinator]

I am Wallace. [He held a hand out to the other man.] I like your..attire. Is this the same curse that turns people into cats?

[chosen_gigolo]

I guess? I know a few others are cats of varying degrees this week.

[He doesn't take Wallace's hand. Honestly he's a little curious as to what this guy's deal is.]

[champ_coordinator]

[He nodded.] Curious.

I am just wondering what is it like to be like a cat?

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[Zelos offers an easy half shrug with one shoulder.]

Well I'm not really full-feline so I can't say much, but there's definitely more sleep involved than I'm used to.

Why do you ask?

[zelda_hylia]

[Other than the fact that he mussed her papers, Zelda really doesn't mind Zelos's increased catlike demeanor. She even thinks it's cute when he walks up to her and rubs his head against her, reaching out to scratch behind his ears without getting embarrassed in the least. If this had been nearly a year ago now, she would have given him a good swat for it - but now, she knows that Zelos means her no harm. He may not be open about just what their relationship is in his mind, but she knows.

Really, she would almost prefer it if he stayed as a cat. He never lets himself be this openly affectionate without an excuse otherwise. She doesn't vocalize as much, knowing that it would drive him off or embarrass him. Instead, she just lightly teases. It seems to be one of the only forms of communication they can manage, sometimes.]

I can't say I ever expected to have such a pushy cat in the house! Duke is far more well trained.

[Since she's not stopping with the scratches, it's obvious she doesn't mind at all.]

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Well there's a difference between house cats and the feral kind~

[He's well aware he's probably more of the house cat, but there's nothing else he can really think of to say. Zelda's fingers behind his ears are making his brain a little fuzzy, not to mention his tail flick lazily back and forth in an obvious display of contentment.

Maybe being a cat isn't so bad? He might even start purring.]

[zelda_hylia]

Very true. House cats are more spoiled.

[She can't handle the purring. It's too hilariously cute to see a grown man making a purring sound, and she generally feels like she's taking advantage of Duke if she tries to evoke it from him. It's way too easy to get him to behave strangely, and she's never sure how much he understands when it comes to social interactions.

Zelos, though? No shame. If he doesn't like something he'll just tell her or make it clear with his body language. He's definitely expressive!]

[chosen_gigolo]

[Yup, purring. And right now he doesn't really much care that he's doing it despite the lurking vulnerability it makes him feel. It's on the back burner, layered under levels of feline instinct and cravings for fish or stalking smaller critters. Really, there's no reason for the insecurities. He's a cat. That makes him the boss. If he wants pets, who's to judge if he's pleased about it?]

Totally rotten~ Who's fault is that?

[He flattens out his ears in a pleased fashion, tail twitching lazily back and forth in a methodical rhythm as he turns his face a bit into Zelda's hand, brushing his cheek against her fingers.

Seems like the thing to do.]

[zelda_hylia]

[Oh my goodness, he's too cute. The urge to break out into that ridiculous baby talk that people tend to fall into when speaking with cats is strong, but she manages to refrain. Barely. Zelda leans back slightly to allow him to rest his head in her lap if he wants to. It's better than having him on her desk.]

I have been told that I tend to coddle. I suppose I only have myself to blame.

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[chosen_gigolo]

All your fault~

[Even that statement sounds like a purr as Zelos takes the bait and redeposits himself with his head against her knees, but not before he brushes his cheek ever so slightly but deliberately against Zelda's cheek on his way down...]

2/2

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[...and ends up taking off like a shot completely across the room.

The hell did he just do?!]