Arthur and Sharon (Jan 31)
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om_mainSharon harasses Arthur. Very entertaining.
Arthur looked especially well pressed today. As Sharon passed him in the hall of the brownstone she made a beeline so that she could nuzzle at his ankles.
Considering he hadn't exactly been looking down, Arthur almost went face-first into the ground as something ran into his legs, only barely stopping himself by slapping a hand out to brace himself against the wall. Once he was fairly sure he wasn't about to fall, he glanced down to shoot a very arch look at that cat happily twining around his feet.
"Really?" He asked dryly.
She gave an extra shoulder rub, ensuring that at least some purple hair shed on the cuff of his trousers.
He sighed a little, waiting until she at least seemed done to take a step back. However little Arthur knew about cats, he was fairly sure that letting her have her way was the only option there. "Satisfied?"
She looked up at him, amused.
"I'll take that as a yes," Arthur said with as much dignity as anyone could manage while talking to a cat. "Anything else you need?"
She considered, then flicked her tail in dismissal, and wandered off down the hall.
---
Cat hair on his cuffs or not, Arthur had largely forgotten about his run-in with the building's resident feline by that afternoon. It helped that he'd had a few things to take care of, enough that he'd allotted himself at least an hour or so of stress relief in the gym at the end of it.
Of course, a flash of purple out of the corners of his eyes brought it back fairly quickly. Between the exercise and the fact that sweaty gym clothes were probably of much less interest, though, Arthur felt no real need to do anything but let her wander around. If she wanted his attention, she'd find a way to get it.
And, as bored as Sharon was, she found a particularly effective way to get Arthur's attention. She was hanging out in one of the spots that she'd previously scoped out with Clint, the expert of lurking from heights. When Arthur passed by she jumped down at him.
Even knowing she'd been there and even vaguely where she was, sudden movement out of his peripheral was all it took for Arthur to react on pure instinct. He spun, hands coming up defensively even as he reached out for the gravitational center of whatever was moving towards him and shifted it.
And then blinked once at the cat now hovering in midair. "Please don't do that," he said with a sigh, letting his arms fall to his sides.
Sharon moved her paws, looking very much like she was trying to swim in the air, but hovering where she was due to the gravity push. Okay, that was kind of awesome!
Arthur arched an eyebrow, but grabbed hold of her center again and slowly let her down. "Are you okay?"
She was so going to tell Clint to try to jump at Arthur sometime. She stumbled over and gave his ankle a nuzzle.
So that was a yes, then. That was probably a good thing. Arthur studied her for a moment with an expression that was almost a wry smile, then crouched down to run a hand over her back.
She leaned into the touch. She would never, ever, admit to having her equilibrium thrown off but having her gravity center completely altered was maybe enough to make a cat wobbly for a second.
"Maybe we've learned not to startle me, hm?" It came out slightly softer than Arthur had been intending, but he supposed he could be forgiven. Cats tended to have that affect on people.
She huffed softly, clearly not taking heed. Sharon rolled on to her side, looking up at Arthur with an imploring expression.
Arthur arched an eyebrow, hand still hovering where her back had been. "What?"
She raised her paws in the universal symbol for 'I'm adorable pet me'.
"Wasn't that what I was just doing?" But he huffed something that might have been a laugh and went back to running his hand over her fur.
Yes, but now he was doing so on her terms. She basked in the appropriate attention.
"I'm not going to stay here doing this," Arthur said, though it wasn't as severe as he clearly meant it to be. And he hasn't exactly moved.
She wrapped both paws around his wrist at that, trapping his hand.
He just gave her a look. "At least let me go shower."
She nipped his thumb lightly and released his hand.
"Thank you," Arthur said dryly as he climbed to his feet. "I'll see you later, I'm sure."
Arthur looked especially well pressed today. As Sharon passed him in the hall of the brownstone she made a beeline so that she could nuzzle at his ankles.
Considering he hadn't exactly been looking down, Arthur almost went face-first into the ground as something ran into his legs, only barely stopping himself by slapping a hand out to brace himself against the wall. Once he was fairly sure he wasn't about to fall, he glanced down to shoot a very arch look at that cat happily twining around his feet.
"Really?" He asked dryly.
She gave an extra shoulder rub, ensuring that at least some purple hair shed on the cuff of his trousers.
He sighed a little, waiting until she at least seemed done to take a step back. However little Arthur knew about cats, he was fairly sure that letting her have her way was the only option there. "Satisfied?"
She looked up at him, amused.
"I'll take that as a yes," Arthur said with as much dignity as anyone could manage while talking to a cat. "Anything else you need?"
She considered, then flicked her tail in dismissal, and wandered off down the hall.
---
Cat hair on his cuffs or not, Arthur had largely forgotten about his run-in with the building's resident feline by that afternoon. It helped that he'd had a few things to take care of, enough that he'd allotted himself at least an hour or so of stress relief in the gym at the end of it.
Of course, a flash of purple out of the corners of his eyes brought it back fairly quickly. Between the exercise and the fact that sweaty gym clothes were probably of much less interest, though, Arthur felt no real need to do anything but let her wander around. If she wanted his attention, she'd find a way to get it.
And, as bored as Sharon was, she found a particularly effective way to get Arthur's attention. She was hanging out in one of the spots that she'd previously scoped out with Clint, the expert of lurking from heights. When Arthur passed by she jumped down at him.
Even knowing she'd been there and even vaguely where she was, sudden movement out of his peripheral was all it took for Arthur to react on pure instinct. He spun, hands coming up defensively even as he reached out for the gravitational center of whatever was moving towards him and shifted it.
And then blinked once at the cat now hovering in midair. "Please don't do that," he said with a sigh, letting his arms fall to his sides.
Sharon moved her paws, looking very much like she was trying to swim in the air, but hovering where she was due to the gravity push. Okay, that was kind of awesome!
Arthur arched an eyebrow, but grabbed hold of her center again and slowly let her down. "Are you okay?"
She was so going to tell Clint to try to jump at Arthur sometime. She stumbled over and gave his ankle a nuzzle.
So that was a yes, then. That was probably a good thing. Arthur studied her for a moment with an expression that was almost a wry smile, then crouched down to run a hand over her back.
She leaned into the touch. She would never, ever, admit to having her equilibrium thrown off but having her gravity center completely altered was maybe enough to make a cat wobbly for a second.
"Maybe we've learned not to startle me, hm?" It came out slightly softer than Arthur had been intending, but he supposed he could be forgiven. Cats tended to have that affect on people.
She huffed softly, clearly not taking heed. Sharon rolled on to her side, looking up at Arthur with an imploring expression.
Arthur arched an eyebrow, hand still hovering where her back had been. "What?"
She raised her paws in the universal symbol for 'I'm adorable pet me'.
"Wasn't that what I was just doing?" But he huffed something that might have been a laugh and went back to running his hand over her fur.
Yes, but now he was doing so on her terms. She basked in the appropriate attention.
"I'm not going to stay here doing this," Arthur said, though it wasn't as severe as he clearly meant it to be. And he hasn't exactly moved.
She wrapped both paws around his wrist at that, trapping his hand.
He just gave her a look. "At least let me go shower."
She nipped his thumb lightly and released his hand.
"Thank you," Arthur said dryly as he climbed to his feet. "I'll see you later, I'm sure."
