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om_mainWhen the magic happens, Felix finds himself very small and prickly and terrified. A curious Philip-cat finds him, and helps him to safety with Eames and Arthur-cat. As it happens, hedgehogs rolled up in a ball are fun toys for kitties.
One moment, he had been a (fairly) normal mutant boy walking down the hall in school. The next moment, everything was vastly large, and the floor was very close, and Felix wondered wildly if something had gone terribly wrong with his astral vision. Then, he saw the tiny pink clawed paws under his nose, and then noticed that his nose was quite very long, and that things were not right at all.
It happened to other people, too, that much Felix could understand as he scuttled and scrabbled at the polished floor. Only the other animals nearby seemed so terribly big in comparison with himself. Dogs and cats and animals he was too scared to think of the names for were wandering through the hall, looking just as confused as he felt. Felix stumbled on his awkward four legs until he was concealed beneath one of the nice, solid credenzas in the hallway. His shivering set the spines on his back to quivering.
One small hedgehog poked its nose out nervously. It might have been a very ordinary hedgehog indeed, except that its right eye was pale blue.
It'd taken Philip by surprise as well, one moment he was working, the next, things had gotten very large and very odd. His vision had gone strange, colors much more muted and the details considerably less sharp. Worse was looking down (and he'd never been that flexible on his best day) to see a furry white chest, black legs and neat little white... paws. Paws.
Either he was dreaming or something had gone completely demented and he decided to test things out first carefully, flexing his toes to get a handle on the claws (and didn't that feel weird) and a little trying to walk. It took a few minutes to get a handle on the drunken stumbling and he was grateful that no one could see it. He padded over to the edge of the bed and peered down, that was pretty damn high up but he'd seen cats (cats, oh my god) do it before. Besides, that was the only way to get out his still-open door and find out what the hell had happened.
Felix watched the hallway from his hiding place beneath the cabinet. A great large dog had gone by, and several cats, but Felix couldn't tell at all who was who. Now and then one of the unfamiliar animals passed near enough that he could feel that funny open-ness in his head that meant he could reach in and direct their minds, but he was much too afraid to actually attempt it.
At the far end of the hall there was a set of steps that no hedgehog could possibly climb, and several dangerous open doors stood between him and that, anyway. One Person had already gone by, some distance away, but too tall and too far away for him to tell who it actually was.
Felix scuttled back until his spines bumped up against the wall, and he shivered uncomfortably. It was like something crawling up the back of his neck, except all over his body. It took several minutes to figure out how four legs worked, pushed up against the edge of the wall so he didn't lose his way.
The jumping had gone mostly alright, there was only a little stumbling all told and Philip was pretty impressed about the drop from the relative height. He nosed his way out his door, still concentrating on walking straight. There was something decidedly slinky in how he was walking and the tail was its own challenge. It kept wanting to flick in the strangest ways...
Still, there were more animals than usual around, so his situation, while bizarre, at least wasn't unique. He sat for a moment, tail wrapping neatly around his feet of its own accord and thought as he watched the movement around him.
One very small thing, hardly moving, caught his attention and he was up and moving before he thought about it. Enhanced motion detection, he had to remember that. He slunk down, low to the ground as he approached the credenza and was vaguely embarrassed at the querulous... mrow that spilled out as he peered underneath.
The little hedgehog froze when something started stalking toward him. Felix didn't know much about cats, but he was pretty sure that's how they walked when they were hunting something. He didn't want to be hunted!
He hunched down, pulling in around his paws and soft tummy, until he was a little lump of sharp spines, a black nose, and two little eyes glaring defiantly, one brown and one blue. Felix didn't even know that hedgehogs made sounds until he gave a depressingly tiny bark of response, just as sharp and grumpy as he could make it.
Colors were hard and it wasn't very bright but Philip was pretty sure he'd seen two different color eyes. Probably. And if that was Felix, he needed to come out of there. He thought for a minute more before slinking low. It didn't make sense, but he was pretty sure he'd read if a cat could fit its head somewhere the rest would follow. Sure it enough, it worked, though the scrambling with his butt hanging out was not very dignified. He crawled up to the little thing, all bristly and gave it a very gentle nudge with a paw.
Felix's little heart was racing so much faster than his human heart could possibly, and he had the strangest urge to curl up into a ball. It sounded nice, a little prickly cocoon that nothing could get into, where all his squishy bits would be safe. But, when the cat reached out to him, there was a familiarness in the scent of the paw that pushed at his nose. It was a nice, clean smell that used to live in Felix's room with him.
Thoughtfully, he bit at the paw. Not hard, not enough to hurt, just enough to get his teeth on it and snuffle his nose in the white-foot fur and confirm. It was Philip!
Philip mrowred again, an insistent sound and he nudged Felix again. The bite hadn't hurt, it just felt as odd as everything else did, but they weren't going to do anyone any good hiding under the furniture. Hedgehog herding, it was.
His little rough tongue was barely anything at all, but Felix licked at the paw, and then nudged it back with his nose. When he looked up at Philip-the-cat, it was with a markedly annoyed expression. But, he got up on all four feet, and walked a few steps back and forth. Then, he cocked his head as if to say, 'And how do you think you'll get back out?'
A cat shrug didn't really work, his shoulders didn't work quite the same way but he'd gotten in there, right? He had enough room to turn around, it'd be fine. Philip wriggled farther in and wedged a paw behind Felix, pushing him a little more. They didn't have all day.
This time the hedgehog really did roll up into a ball, and tumbled out from under the credenza into the great big wide hallway in a little squeaking sphere of pokey spines.
It was probably a good thing that Philip couldn't see how undignified he looked as he wriggled out, ears mashed back against the top of his head as he scrambled.
Felix unrolled himself carefully, but found himself on his back, exposed and upside-down. Terrified, he squirmed all four delicate little feet in the air, desperate for some help to get rightside-up again.
Philip got himself out and gave a full body shake that somehow mostly settled his fur in place, (He still was trying not to think about that too hard. Handle the issues at hand, freakout later) and padded over to the wrigglyball on the floor. He hooked a paw under Felix, careful to keep the claws in and tried to tilt him upright. Not having hands was a damn nuisance.
Squeaking, Felix was rolled onto his side, and then clumsily toppled over onto his face, feet splayed out in every direction. He heaved what felt like a very deep sigh, but really barely made any sound at all. Slipping and clawing for purchase on the wood floor, he hauled himself up, and trundled between Philip-cat's paws. It was the best he could do, without speech and without any other recourse, to ask for his friend's protection and help. If Hedgehogs could cry, he felt like he might.
Alright, they were up and moving, that was something. Now the question was, where to go? Ideally, Felix needed to be with someone human-shaped that he trusted, or at least someone big enough to watch him while Philip figured out what the hell was going on. If Fraser had been there, Felix likely would not have left so the next bet was.... right. He nudged Felix with his nose, aiming him down the hall.
Felix hated being so small. When he'd started growing and didn't stop, it was a wonderful change. He'd been smaller, weaker and unable to fend for himself for so long. Being tall and looming over everyone had given him a sense of power he'd never had before. Now, once again, he was little and helpless. Once upon a time, that had made him scared. Now it just made him frustrated and angry -- now that he knew there was another way.
At first, he wobbled, before he remembered to place opposite feet forward, front and back. Soon, he was scrabbling along just in front of the Philip-cat, but not too far. Felix was getting the hang of moving on four feet, but it was tiring to have to take four steps for each one of Philip's. Plus, there was a hall runner rug coming up, and that looked exhausting, and dangerous.
It wasn't anywhere as long a trip for Philip, the longer legs for one and he had this bizarre urge to go tearing off down the hall that he was suppressing. He really wished he could pick Felix up though, regardless of how terrible an idea that was. Worse was that they couldn't talk, he was getting to where he wanted to have Felix curl up and just bat him down the hall.
Felix was beginning to wish the same, scurrying along and keeping close to Philip's feet. He avoided the hallway runner completely, and began complaining in small squeaks and grunts about this incredibly long journey.
Philip stopped for a second, contemplating the tiny thing for a moment... And reached a paw underneath Felix, flipping hard enough to see if he could get him to roll.
With a squeak of startlement, Felix went tumbling, and the little animal instincts kicked in again. He pulled in his already sore feet and rolled up into a ball, spines sticking out every which way. This was definitely not dignified, not in any way.
It might not have been dignified but it was a lot faster. Philip didn't bat too hard (who knew if a hedgehog got motion sick?) but enough to get him moving down the hall a fair bit faster.
Felix felt grateful that he was, essentially, somersaulting head over rear, and not on his side. It wasn't easy to tell what was where, from the outside. He alternately tumbled and slid across the floor as Philip batted him along, keeping wrapped up as tight as he possibly could. If it had been anyone but Philip, Felix never could have allowed it. Philip would never let him get hurt.
Philip, for his part, was having a hard time not just chasing the hedgehog he was rolling, but he squashed the impulse thoroughly. They finally came to a stop before one door and he looked up, stumped by the concept of doorknob, short and no hands.
Once he had stopped tumbling down the hall, Felix stayed rolled up for a few seconds. His heart was racing and he was shivering after all of that. Besides, it was kind of safe and warm in a little ball. How he got his rear feet by his ears, he didn't now. That wasn't something he could ever done as a human, for sure.
Slowly, Felix unrolled himself to see where they had landed. It looked familiar, but he couldn't be sure. Plaintively, splayed out on his back, he gave a tiny little cry of exhaustion.
Philip nudged Felix back rightside up again and huffed out a sigh. Huh. It seemed a sigh was a sigh no matter the form. In this case, it was for the upcoming further affront to his dignity as he stood in front of Arthur and Eames' door and Mrowred! as loudly as he could. As he was a tom, albeit a smallish one, it was pretty damn loud.
There was a moment before Eames opened the door, muttering something like, "Oh god, who now?" He was carrying Arthur, snuggled against his chest, propped up in one hand.
Philip had no idea how to say who they were, though he was intensely relieved that Eames at least was still human. He mrowed again and nudged Felix with a paw. Maybe the eyes would be noticeable?
With the help of Philip's paw, Felix got himself righted again, and plopped down on his back legs and rump to look up... up... up at the person who had answered the door. Of course he recognized Eames, if not by sight, then by the the familiar feeling in his mind that this was one of his very closest people. He blinked hopefully up at the big human, and stretched his front feet up with a happy chirping sound of recognition. The little hedgehog's right eye was very noticeably pale-blue, in sharp contrast to the dark left one.
Eames knelt down, still cradling Arthur. "Hello Felix," he said gently. He glanced at his companion, deducing, "Coulson? Dear lord, Lydia's probably an over fluffed Persian now isn't she?"
At that, Arthur's ears pricked up, and he wriggled in Eames' grip until it loosened enough to let him drop to the floor. He padded his way over to the pair at the door before sitting a little ways away from them, tail curling around his body, to give them both as searching a look as a cat could manage. It wasn't that he'd doubted it when Eames had said it wasn't just him, but having very apparent evidence made all the difference.
As a note? It felt very weird to nod as a cat. It wasn't that his neck couldn't do it, Philip thought, it was just not a very natural motion. His own tail flicked a little, quite out of his control. For some reason he wanted to charge right into what was probably Arthur and bowl him right over.
Felix regarded the very handsome cat for a moment. Its poise and solemn expression (and distinct nearness to Eames) meant it was probably Arthur. However, now that Arthur was on the ground, that meant Eames had two free hands. With his waddling little gait, Felix plodded up to climb on Eames' foot, hoping to be picked up. He even tried to will his sharp spines into laying down, to facilitate this.
Eames extended his hands, form shifting as he did so that soft leather gloves were now sheathing and protecting his palms. This way he didn't have to worry about petting Felix the wrong way or startling him. Carefully he scooped him up and pet him. "I'm going be a Disney princess by end of day at this rate. Hi, darling."
Arthur twisted his head around to watch, but found his attention drifting back to the cat in front of him. His tail flicked a few times, before he finally made himself move out of the way to let Coulson come into the room.
Philip huffed a little sigh but managed to shake his head. There were other people to find and check in on, Felix was in good hands and they still didn't know the whys.
Felix was, in fact, in the very best pair of hands. Happy at last, as happy as could be, he relaxed into the palm of Eames' gloved hand, fitting into it just about perfectly. He gazed adoringly up at Eames, then twisted to peer over the side of Eames' hand, and waved a clawed foot down at Philip-the-cat. It was meant to say thank you.
Philip gave him a little tail-flick in return. It seemed appropriate and he had other people to find now that Felix was sorted out.
"Well, have fun out there. Arthur, did you want to play detective also, or would you rather stay in?" Eames asked.
With one last glance at the door, Arthur turned to head back to the bed and jump up onto it, curling himself into a ball. If people were stupid enough to get themselves into trouble like this, that was their own problem.
The little hedgehog waved a foot again. He hoped Philip could see it. When he was human again -- surely it would happen! -- Felix would have to remember to do something nice for Philip for rescuing him. He settled back into Eames' palm, and set about curiously setting his teeth into the gloves, just to explore.
"Aren't you precious," Eames said fondly. He shut the door and went to sit on the bed next to the ball of Arthur. "I guess at some point I'll have to find food for you both. What a menagerie we have."
One moment, he had been a (fairly) normal mutant boy walking down the hall in school. The next moment, everything was vastly large, and the floor was very close, and Felix wondered wildly if something had gone terribly wrong with his astral vision. Then, he saw the tiny pink clawed paws under his nose, and then noticed that his nose was quite very long, and that things were not right at all.
It happened to other people, too, that much Felix could understand as he scuttled and scrabbled at the polished floor. Only the other animals nearby seemed so terribly big in comparison with himself. Dogs and cats and animals he was too scared to think of the names for were wandering through the hall, looking just as confused as he felt. Felix stumbled on his awkward four legs until he was concealed beneath one of the nice, solid credenzas in the hallway. His shivering set the spines on his back to quivering.
One small hedgehog poked its nose out nervously. It might have been a very ordinary hedgehog indeed, except that its right eye was pale blue.
It'd taken Philip by surprise as well, one moment he was working, the next, things had gotten very large and very odd. His vision had gone strange, colors much more muted and the details considerably less sharp. Worse was looking down (and he'd never been that flexible on his best day) to see a furry white chest, black legs and neat little white... paws. Paws.
Either he was dreaming or something had gone completely demented and he decided to test things out first carefully, flexing his toes to get a handle on the claws (and didn't that feel weird) and a little trying to walk. It took a few minutes to get a handle on the drunken stumbling and he was grateful that no one could see it. He padded over to the edge of the bed and peered down, that was pretty damn high up but he'd seen cats (cats, oh my god) do it before. Besides, that was the only way to get out his still-open door and find out what the hell had happened.
Felix watched the hallway from his hiding place beneath the cabinet. A great large dog had gone by, and several cats, but Felix couldn't tell at all who was who. Now and then one of the unfamiliar animals passed near enough that he could feel that funny open-ness in his head that meant he could reach in and direct their minds, but he was much too afraid to actually attempt it.
At the far end of the hall there was a set of steps that no hedgehog could possibly climb, and several dangerous open doors stood between him and that, anyway. One Person had already gone by, some distance away, but too tall and too far away for him to tell who it actually was.
Felix scuttled back until his spines bumped up against the wall, and he shivered uncomfortably. It was like something crawling up the back of his neck, except all over his body. It took several minutes to figure out how four legs worked, pushed up against the edge of the wall so he didn't lose his way.
The jumping had gone mostly alright, there was only a little stumbling all told and Philip was pretty impressed about the drop from the relative height. He nosed his way out his door, still concentrating on walking straight. There was something decidedly slinky in how he was walking and the tail was its own challenge. It kept wanting to flick in the strangest ways...
Still, there were more animals than usual around, so his situation, while bizarre, at least wasn't unique. He sat for a moment, tail wrapping neatly around his feet of its own accord and thought as he watched the movement around him.
One very small thing, hardly moving, caught his attention and he was up and moving before he thought about it. Enhanced motion detection, he had to remember that. He slunk down, low to the ground as he approached the credenza and was vaguely embarrassed at the querulous... mrow that spilled out as he peered underneath.
The little hedgehog froze when something started stalking toward him. Felix didn't know much about cats, but he was pretty sure that's how they walked when they were hunting something. He didn't want to be hunted!
He hunched down, pulling in around his paws and soft tummy, until he was a little lump of sharp spines, a black nose, and two little eyes glaring defiantly, one brown and one blue. Felix didn't even know that hedgehogs made sounds until he gave a depressingly tiny bark of response, just as sharp and grumpy as he could make it.
Colors were hard and it wasn't very bright but Philip was pretty sure he'd seen two different color eyes. Probably. And if that was Felix, he needed to come out of there. He thought for a minute more before slinking low. It didn't make sense, but he was pretty sure he'd read if a cat could fit its head somewhere the rest would follow. Sure it enough, it worked, though the scrambling with his butt hanging out was not very dignified. He crawled up to the little thing, all bristly and gave it a very gentle nudge with a paw.
Felix's little heart was racing so much faster than his human heart could possibly, and he had the strangest urge to curl up into a ball. It sounded nice, a little prickly cocoon that nothing could get into, where all his squishy bits would be safe. But, when the cat reached out to him, there was a familiarness in the scent of the paw that pushed at his nose. It was a nice, clean smell that used to live in Felix's room with him.
Thoughtfully, he bit at the paw. Not hard, not enough to hurt, just enough to get his teeth on it and snuffle his nose in the white-foot fur and confirm. It was Philip!
Philip mrowred again, an insistent sound and he nudged Felix again. The bite hadn't hurt, it just felt as odd as everything else did, but they weren't going to do anyone any good hiding under the furniture. Hedgehog herding, it was.
His little rough tongue was barely anything at all, but Felix licked at the paw, and then nudged it back with his nose. When he looked up at Philip-the-cat, it was with a markedly annoyed expression. But, he got up on all four feet, and walked a few steps back and forth. Then, he cocked his head as if to say, 'And how do you think you'll get back out?'
A cat shrug didn't really work, his shoulders didn't work quite the same way but he'd gotten in there, right? He had enough room to turn around, it'd be fine. Philip wriggled farther in and wedged a paw behind Felix, pushing him a little more. They didn't have all day.
This time the hedgehog really did roll up into a ball, and tumbled out from under the credenza into the great big wide hallway in a little squeaking sphere of pokey spines.
It was probably a good thing that Philip couldn't see how undignified he looked as he wriggled out, ears mashed back against the top of his head as he scrambled.
Felix unrolled himself carefully, but found himself on his back, exposed and upside-down. Terrified, he squirmed all four delicate little feet in the air, desperate for some help to get rightside-up again.
Philip got himself out and gave a full body shake that somehow mostly settled his fur in place, (He still was trying not to think about that too hard. Handle the issues at hand, freakout later) and padded over to the wrigglyball on the floor. He hooked a paw under Felix, careful to keep the claws in and tried to tilt him upright. Not having hands was a damn nuisance.
Squeaking, Felix was rolled onto his side, and then clumsily toppled over onto his face, feet splayed out in every direction. He heaved what felt like a very deep sigh, but really barely made any sound at all. Slipping and clawing for purchase on the wood floor, he hauled himself up, and trundled between Philip-cat's paws. It was the best he could do, without speech and without any other recourse, to ask for his friend's protection and help. If Hedgehogs could cry, he felt like he might.
Alright, they were up and moving, that was something. Now the question was, where to go? Ideally, Felix needed to be with someone human-shaped that he trusted, or at least someone big enough to watch him while Philip figured out what the hell was going on. If Fraser had been there, Felix likely would not have left so the next bet was.... right. He nudged Felix with his nose, aiming him down the hall.
Felix hated being so small. When he'd started growing and didn't stop, it was a wonderful change. He'd been smaller, weaker and unable to fend for himself for so long. Being tall and looming over everyone had given him a sense of power he'd never had before. Now, once again, he was little and helpless. Once upon a time, that had made him scared. Now it just made him frustrated and angry -- now that he knew there was another way.
At first, he wobbled, before he remembered to place opposite feet forward, front and back. Soon, he was scrabbling along just in front of the Philip-cat, but not too far. Felix was getting the hang of moving on four feet, but it was tiring to have to take four steps for each one of Philip's. Plus, there was a hall runner rug coming up, and that looked exhausting, and dangerous.
It wasn't anywhere as long a trip for Philip, the longer legs for one and he had this bizarre urge to go tearing off down the hall that he was suppressing. He really wished he could pick Felix up though, regardless of how terrible an idea that was. Worse was that they couldn't talk, he was getting to where he wanted to have Felix curl up and just bat him down the hall.
Felix was beginning to wish the same, scurrying along and keeping close to Philip's feet. He avoided the hallway runner completely, and began complaining in small squeaks and grunts about this incredibly long journey.
Philip stopped for a second, contemplating the tiny thing for a moment... And reached a paw underneath Felix, flipping hard enough to see if he could get him to roll.
With a squeak of startlement, Felix went tumbling, and the little animal instincts kicked in again. He pulled in his already sore feet and rolled up into a ball, spines sticking out every which way. This was definitely not dignified, not in any way.
It might not have been dignified but it was a lot faster. Philip didn't bat too hard (who knew if a hedgehog got motion sick?) but enough to get him moving down the hall a fair bit faster.
Felix felt grateful that he was, essentially, somersaulting head over rear, and not on his side. It wasn't easy to tell what was where, from the outside. He alternately tumbled and slid across the floor as Philip batted him along, keeping wrapped up as tight as he possibly could. If it had been anyone but Philip, Felix never could have allowed it. Philip would never let him get hurt.
Philip, for his part, was having a hard time not just chasing the hedgehog he was rolling, but he squashed the impulse thoroughly. They finally came to a stop before one door and he looked up, stumped by the concept of doorknob, short and no hands.
Once he had stopped tumbling down the hall, Felix stayed rolled up for a few seconds. His heart was racing and he was shivering after all of that. Besides, it was kind of safe and warm in a little ball. How he got his rear feet by his ears, he didn't now. That wasn't something he could ever done as a human, for sure.
Slowly, Felix unrolled himself to see where they had landed. It looked familiar, but he couldn't be sure. Plaintively, splayed out on his back, he gave a tiny little cry of exhaustion.
Philip nudged Felix back rightside up again and huffed out a sigh. Huh. It seemed a sigh was a sigh no matter the form. In this case, it was for the upcoming further affront to his dignity as he stood in front of Arthur and Eames' door and Mrowred! as loudly as he could. As he was a tom, albeit a smallish one, it was pretty damn loud.
There was a moment before Eames opened the door, muttering something like, "Oh god, who now?" He was carrying Arthur, snuggled against his chest, propped up in one hand.
Philip had no idea how to say who they were, though he was intensely relieved that Eames at least was still human. He mrowed again and nudged Felix with a paw. Maybe the eyes would be noticeable?
With the help of Philip's paw, Felix got himself righted again, and plopped down on his back legs and rump to look up... up... up at the person who had answered the door. Of course he recognized Eames, if not by sight, then by the the familiar feeling in his mind that this was one of his very closest people. He blinked hopefully up at the big human, and stretched his front feet up with a happy chirping sound of recognition. The little hedgehog's right eye was very noticeably pale-blue, in sharp contrast to the dark left one.
Eames knelt down, still cradling Arthur. "Hello Felix," he said gently. He glanced at his companion, deducing, "Coulson? Dear lord, Lydia's probably an over fluffed Persian now isn't she?"
At that, Arthur's ears pricked up, and he wriggled in Eames' grip until it loosened enough to let him drop to the floor. He padded his way over to the pair at the door before sitting a little ways away from them, tail curling around his body, to give them both as searching a look as a cat could manage. It wasn't that he'd doubted it when Eames had said it wasn't just him, but having very apparent evidence made all the difference.
As a note? It felt very weird to nod as a cat. It wasn't that his neck couldn't do it, Philip thought, it was just not a very natural motion. His own tail flicked a little, quite out of his control. For some reason he wanted to charge right into what was probably Arthur and bowl him right over.
Felix regarded the very handsome cat for a moment. Its poise and solemn expression (and distinct nearness to Eames) meant it was probably Arthur. However, now that Arthur was on the ground, that meant Eames had two free hands. With his waddling little gait, Felix plodded up to climb on Eames' foot, hoping to be picked up. He even tried to will his sharp spines into laying down, to facilitate this.
Eames extended his hands, form shifting as he did so that soft leather gloves were now sheathing and protecting his palms. This way he didn't have to worry about petting Felix the wrong way or startling him. Carefully he scooped him up and pet him. "I'm going be a Disney princess by end of day at this rate. Hi, darling."
Arthur twisted his head around to watch, but found his attention drifting back to the cat in front of him. His tail flicked a few times, before he finally made himself move out of the way to let Coulson come into the room.
Philip huffed a little sigh but managed to shake his head. There were other people to find and check in on, Felix was in good hands and they still didn't know the whys.
Felix was, in fact, in the very best pair of hands. Happy at last, as happy as could be, he relaxed into the palm of Eames' gloved hand, fitting into it just about perfectly. He gazed adoringly up at Eames, then twisted to peer over the side of Eames' hand, and waved a clawed foot down at Philip-the-cat. It was meant to say thank you.
Philip gave him a little tail-flick in return. It seemed appropriate and he had other people to find now that Felix was sorted out.
"Well, have fun out there. Arthur, did you want to play detective also, or would you rather stay in?" Eames asked.
With one last glance at the door, Arthur turned to head back to the bed and jump up onto it, curling himself into a ball. If people were stupid enough to get themselves into trouble like this, that was their own problem.
The little hedgehog waved a foot again. He hoped Philip could see it. When he was human again -- surely it would happen! -- Felix would have to remember to do something nice for Philip for rescuing him. He settled back into Eames' palm, and set about curiously setting his teeth into the gloves, just to explore.
"Aren't you precious," Eames said fondly. He shut the door and went to sit on the bed next to the ball of Arthur. "I guess at some point I'll have to find food for you both. What a menagerie we have."
