Commander Ulysses Feral marched down the hall with a kingly grace, fighting off the desire to grind his teeth. He really should have seen this coming, but as he came to a halt before the blond tom-kat grinning at him with the devil's eyes he knew he couldn't have done anything to stop it.
"Something wrong, Commander?"
The question carried through the air, wrapping itself around his ears as the kat's warm and arrogant voice broke through stirring in him the urge to let out a growl. A low, kitten like whine rose up from the floor, drawing his dark, polished gold eyes to the space between the large kat and the carpet.
"When I said to babysit Steele, this wasn't what I meant."
The blond's grin turned into a smirk. "Aw, I don't weight that much, Commander."
A barely concealed snort shot into the air, bringing the blond to turn his head and smile at the burnt-orange tabby behind him.
"Something you wanna say?"
"Nope." Came the winning reply.
Feral sighed. "Will you just let him up, I have better things to do than watch you two goof off."
"Afraid someone will vaporize all the doughnut shops while your gone?"
Feral closed his eyes briefly and counted to ten. Some days the smaller kat's lithe voice was near grating. "Just let him up," he barked.
"Gee, T-Bone, you better do as the Commander says, it sounds urgent."
The large kat smirked, moving to stand. "I wouldn't want to stand in the way of justice."
"Th- thank you, Commander." Steele said, picking himself up off the floor. His back gave off several loud cracks as he straightened out. All four kats cringed, two of them smiling wide enough to potentially hurt themselves.
"Don't thank me yet, Steele, the only reason you're not still on the floor is I want these two hotshots out of my building before they destroy something."
T-Bone gave the Commander one last patent grin, before disappearing into the elevator after his partner. "Next time we're charging."
"There won't be a next time."
The two flight jocks shared a glance, then laughed.
"Yeah, right. See you later, Commander..."
"...and try to lay off the bread."
I had stuck this in with the drabbles, but I thought about it, and decided I didn't like it there. So now it's on it's own, and who knows, I might build upon why this situation presented itself.