Jace blinks, looking around the cottage the latest mission has put him and his team in. Are his charges playing a prank on him? Could be. Vesta would do it, Seven could be bribed into it. He shakes his head, before moving down the stairs. The moment he arrives down, a pillow smacks him in the face.
"Wha-"
"Can't you at least put on a shirt?" Vesta scowls a little.
Jace tosses the pillow back on the couch as he shifts his eyes from the embarassed looking Vesta, to the awkward looking Seven. "You mean that you two haven't seen it?"
"Why would we have seen your shirt?" Seven asks confused. "Isn't it in your room?"
"If it was, I'd be wearing it," Jace points out "Then, what about my hairbrush?"
"Uhh, I don't use hairbrushes." Seven reminds him sheepishly.
Jace glances at Vesta who sends him a flat look.
"Why would I use your hairbrush? Who knows who else used it. Before you ask, I'm not letting you borrow mine either." She crosses her arms over her chest with a huff.
Jace is getting more and more confused. "Then, toothbrush?"
Vesta's glare is answer enough for him, but Seven shrugs.
"You can use mine, if you want?" he offers.
"Thanks." Jace tosses him an easy grin before turning around and going to the bathroom, trying to brush his hair with his hand. Where did everything go...?
Bastet lets out a lazy purr, his cheek rubbing against the material of Jace's shirt, his nose breathing in the scent as his tail curls around him contently. On his nightstand are a certain brush with which he brushed his hair earlier, and a toothbrush that he can't wait to use tonight.
"Haa~" He breathes the scent in even more. "Just like cat nip~" Purr~