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Cat's Very Busy Day
Seeing as she was in a military base she should probably have been thinking about staying right where she was but then she'd never been normal and having no wish to stay in the garage doing nothing while Duo played with the stupid ship. Not to mention the fact that Duo had turned on some really loud music and Cat was really tempted to go scrape her claws across the stereo system's side, the sound would be an improvement on the trash he was listening to. Digging her claws into the pillow as the lead singer, huh a singer, more like a cat being strangled hit a particularly high note. That was that, she was not staying in this place to suffer this kind of torture, that was what Hell was for god damnit! Looking around Cat saw no one around to witness her escape and with the grace expected of any cat hopped off her pillow and landed on the cement floor with a slight thud. Looking around once more Cat made it across the room, annoyed that everything loomed over her and that it made her feel small and slightly vulnerable. Big change from her normal body, she was tall for a female and had never felt vulnerable over anything, how the mighty had fallen. Pissed off at the fact and all things in general Cat began to visualize all the things she'd like to do to Saint Peter once she got back to wherever he was. First she'd knock him unconscious with a nice blow to the back of the head. Then while he was slowly regaining consciousness she'd pull each of the feathers on his wings out, one at a time. Next she'd take tweezers and pull out every hair on his body one strand at a time until he was screaming for her to stop. Then she was going to introduce him to real pain. Who cares that he was already dead, odds were they could still feel pain and if not Cat had an eternity in Hell to come up with a way to kill the son of a bitch or at the very least drag him done to hell with her. He deserved it considering what he was putting her through. Of course it could be worse but neither she or the guys she was living with deserved this kind of treatment.
Reaching a door Cat looked up at it and with several four letter words coming to mind realized that there was no way to open the door because she couldn't even access the door handle, much less the keypad. Oh to have Pete here right now. In her current mood she could have him sliced and diced into cat food without even a twinge of conscious. Circling in front of the door Cat considered banging her head against it when suddenly the door opened in front of her though there was no one in front of her, no one stepping in. So who the hell had opened the damn door? Cat wondered as she stepped in the doorway, looking left then right for any sign that there was someone around who could have opened the door. No one in sight, not a good sign. Obviously someone had to have opened the door and it was possible they had opened it for reasons that had to do with wanting her out of the room. On the principle of the point she should probably go back through the doorway and stay with Duo, she was just stubborn and pigheaded enough to do it but something made her walk completely through the door and head down the hallway having absolutely no bloody idea where she was going. Walking along she ignored the twinge in her side and continued down the plain hallway, nothing to take aware from the starkness of it all. Hearing noise ahead of her Cat picked up pass and just managed to halt as two soldiers walked out of an elevator a few meters in front of her. Standing perfectly still Cat watched them step out of the elevator and walk away, Cat running into the elevator as soon as their backs had turned. Just managing to get in Cat turned to watch the elevator doors close behind her and with a sigh lay down on the floor as she waited for someone to call for the elevator. Laying there she wondered if perhaps she should consider trying to visit Trowa in this place or even Sally or Wufei. They were the only people she knew that were likely in this building and she didn't fancy someone sending her to the pound. Of course she hadn't thought of that possibility till now which really steamed her but she'd learned a long time ago that anger got you no where. A true soldier took what fate had dealt them and then played the cards as well as you could. Right now her deck sucked.
Though it could be worse, she could belong to one of those old ladies that collected cats like some people collected stamps, that would have bit the big one. In fact most girls would probably kill to be in her situation provided that they were human but even if she were human the fact that she was living with five guys wouldn't have really been any different then living with five girls except the guys were better because they didn't take hours in the bathroom or giggle. Cat preferred guys on every level except for the males tendency to look down on the female gender but since one was always hard pressed to find good examples of capable females that wasn't really a surprise. Sure there was Lieutenant Lucreazia Noin and Sally Poe but then you had examples like that psycho Dorothy what's her name and Lady Anna Une, enough said. Feeling the elevator begin to rise Cat stood up and watched the light above signal the rise from the lowest floor to the forth, the machine giving that annoying chime before it opened. Stepping out Cat narrowly missed getting stepped on as a bunch of people who rushed into the elevator and Cat hissed at them as the door closed in front of them. Kids today, no respect for their elders. Not that they knew she was their elder but even as a cat she was probably older in cat years. And that was really stupid. Shaking off the thought Cat looked around and seeing no one that she knew started walking down the hallway, not looking for anything in particular, just figuring that eventually she'd be caught and returned so she might as well take advantage of this window of opportunity.
Speaking of windows, Cat thought as she came to a halt outside a room where a window was clearly visible. What would happen if she did jump and kill herself, would they really put her in a worse body? What kind of body since it had to be one she could do deeds in? Drawn to the window Cat wandered into the room and keeping a weary eye out headed for the table that was under the larger window. The place had the looks and smells of a med room and Cat wrinkled her nose and was thankful that the window was open to help alleviate the smells found in all hospitals no matter how it was dressed up otherwise. Hopping up and onto the table with a lack of grace that really annoyed her but couldn't really be helped Cat just barely managed to jump from the table to the stupid and too thin windowsill. Looking through the open window Cat stared down at the concrete and thought that this was not a good way to die. Thinking objectively being a cat bit the dust but not nearly as bad as being broken on concrete and likely not dying a quick death as she slowly bleeded to death. Quick was good, slow was not a nice choice. Not that she was afraid to jump of course, she just didn't want to jump off a windowsill and onto concrete to be splattered there like reddish brown cat pudding. Yuck. There were better ways to off herself if she chose to do so and right now she was getting off the sill and forgetting about jumping because she was smart enough to go out with some class.
"Hurry get him inside." Cat turned and felt her almond eyes go large as Trowa came running into the room with two soldiers, Trowa and the one with sandy blonde hair supporting a raven haired boy who looked like he should be in high school and not with a growing blood stain just below where his heart was likely beating like a motor on full throttle.
"Sir, what happened sir? I-I- Sir!" The boy who was bleeding cried out sounding like a guy trying to ask the most popular girl in school out. Afraid and pretty much knowing deep inside that the answer was not going to be a positive one.
"Just hold on." Trowa said as he and the other soldier led the wounded one over to one of the beds and lying him down held him there while Trowa opened up the other boy's shirt and taking off his own jacket used it to press against the wound in the struggling boy's chest. "Mattews stay here and keep pressure, I'm going to get Sally." Without even looking to make sure the other man understood Trowa was out of the room at a run telling Cat this was serious stuff. Poor kid, probably didn't even have to shave yet the stupid moron. Well that's what you got for joining the army, boyo.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. GOD HELP ME!" The boy yelled and began to fight the kid named Mattews who was trying to hold him down without much success. Watching with interest Cat mentally calculated how much more blood the kid was losing because of all the thrashing around and figured that the kid was decreasing his chances of recovery big time with every little twitch. Dumb fool, killing himself with his stupidity; twice. The boy continued to scream and toss, tempting Cat to go over and give him something to cry about when the boy shut up. With a start Cat realized that the dope was staring at her with an intent that was not comforting at all. What is going through his head Cat wondered as she tried to ignore the way he was looking at her, apparently more interested in her then in the fact that he was bleeding all over the place. "A cat." The boy said in a voice that was soft and almost dreamy that made Cat cock her head in puzzlement. Curious Cat hopped off the sill and then from the table to the floor. Walking over she took the bed at a flying leap and landing on her feet, thank God, walked across the mattress to look at him in the face, a face that was looking at her like most women look at a huge bouquet of flowers or chocolates. Like she was an unexpected gift. "It's a cat, isn't she beautiful, Jake. The most beautiful cat you've ever seen?"
"Yeah that's a nice cat, Tyson." The guy named Jake said with an encouraging smile as he continued to put pressure on the wound, glad that his friend had stopped struggling. The cat had to be a gift from God.
Okay he sure must have lost a lot of blood on the way here Cat thought to herself. She also thought about biting his hand off as it was stroking her back but the guy was losing enough blood as it was and she might as well let the kid live long enough to learn from his mistakes, those who did tended to make better soldiers anyway. Plus Trowa might blame himself for the guy's stupidity, that wouldn't be good either. Tolerating the touch Cat mentally counted all the ways she could kill the guy while he drew his hand up and down her back, too weak to even do a good job of stroking her.
"Sassy!" Cat turned to see Sally come running into the room, a look of disbelief on her face and Trowa at her heels. "What are you doing here?"
"She was by the window sill, I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't been here, Tyson was going nuts till he saw her, its like she's got him hypnotized or something." Jake said as he moved away so that Sally could get to the wound. "He was losing a lot of blood from his thrashing around but he hasn't moved anything but his hand since he noticed her."
"Well then looks like someone deserves some tuna." Sally said as she looked at the wound. Looking over she was thankful to see that the soldier was still fixated on the cat and moving over to her supplies came back with a needle and some other items in a med bag. Positioning his arm she slid the needle into his arm and seconds later the hand on Sassy's back went limp. "Okay he's out and so should you guys, thanks for your help, Sassy."
Me? But I didn't do anything Cat argued then hissed at her when Sally attempted to lean over to pet her. You'd better keep your hands to yourself if you want to be able to continue to be a doctor, lady Cat thought as she tried her most evil look which probably looked cute knowing her damn luck and the fact that she looked like a stuffed animal that moved.
"Don't take it personal, Sal. She does that to anyone who calls her that." Trowa said with a smirk as he leaned over the bed and picked her up, bringing her close to his chest in case she decided to lash out at anyone. "I'll get her out of your hair." Trowa added as he refrained from petting her, figuring she'd consider that a declaration of war. From watching her interaction with others he'd drawn the conclusion that trying to make friends with her after she'd been called Sassy or another pet name was not a wise course of action. Quatre was the only one who could get away with it and Trowa doubted that would ever change.
"You'd better give her a bath first and one yourself, you both have blood on you." Sally pointed out as she pushed his shirt further away from the wound before using a damp cloth to wipe away at some of the blood that stained the boy's chest. Looking down Trowa saw that she was right as the cat had fur stained brownish red and he knew he had it on his arms at the very least.
"I'll do that, I'll be back to see how he is when I'm done." Trowa said and headed out the room with the cat, dreading attempting to give her a bath.
"Well that wasn't so bad, was it?" Trowa asked as dried off his wet shoulder blades while watching the cat carefully. They were in the men's change rooms and luckily they're was no one around for her to scratch. He wasn't one given to laughter easily but the cat's current appearance was enough to crack a smile and to stifle a chuckle Trowa thought as he finished towelling off. She looked like a cream coloured fluff ball with legs Trowa thought as he turned his back for a second so that she wouldn't see him smile; who knows what she'd do if she did. When he had his featured schooled he turned back to see that cat watching him intently, though not threateningly.
Well he's built Cat thought then pushed it away with a roll of the eyes. Of all the stupid things to waste ones time thinking about Cat thought as she mentally scolded herself at wasting her time thinking about how good Trowa looked without a shirt on. What was important was finding a mirror because she was pretty sure she'd seen him smirking once he'd finished blow drying her fur and she wanted to know why. Quatre gave her baths and told her how cute she looked all squeaky clean but he'd never looked like he was going to laugh and she'd bet her favourite gun that Trowa wasn't the type to laugh over just anything.
"Hey Trowa, some soldier said you had a cat in here, would that cat be Sassy by any chance?" A breathless Duo asked as he came running into the room before stopping to stare at Cat like he'd never seen her before. "She looks like a cuetip with feet!" Duo said as he broke into a smile then laughed. "What did you do to her, Trowa?"
"She got blood on her fur so I gave her a bath." Trowa said as he shrugged on a new shirt.
"Oh God, she attacked someone and drew blood!" Duo said with a gulp at the end as his face lost quite a bit of colour as the blood left his face. "I knew she would be mad at me for lecturing her but I didn't figure she'd be so pissed off she'd run away and start trying to kill people. Who did she attack? Are they okay? Why didn't I watch the little Jaws better!"
"Calm down, Duo, she didn't attack anyone." Trowa said as he rolled his eyes at his friend. "She got into the med wing and was expose to some blood, she didn't shed any that I'm aware of though she might shed yours given the cuetip comment."
"Thank you, God." Duo said as he clasped his hands together, looking at the ceiling with a thankful look, glad he wouldn't have to explain to Lady Une why he'd let a biological weapon, aka Sassy loss on the premises. "Thank God you got a hold of her before she could cause any damage-OWWWWW!" Duo yelled as he felt Cat's claws swipe across he right leg. Hopping up and down he tethered back and forth as he hopped over to a nearby bench and pulling up his pants revealed some lovely red scratches.
"Told you." Trowa said with a shake of his head, thinking that if cats could grin the ferocious feline would be doing so know. Despite what Quatre said Trowa was beginning to think this cat was a demon in disguise or at least had the personality of one despite the fact that she'd helped that soldier. "I'll go and take her to Wufei's, why don't you go back to the ship, its safer and less of a health hazard."
Cat's Very Busy Day
Seeing as she was in a military base she should probably have been thinking about staying right where she was but then she'd never been normal and having no wish to stay in the garage doing nothing while Duo played with the stupid ship. Not to mention the fact that Duo had turned on some really loud music and Cat was really tempted to go scrape her claws across the stereo system's side, the sound would be an improvement on the trash he was listening to. Digging her claws into the pillow as the lead singer, huh a singer, more like a cat being strangled hit a particularly high note. That was that, she was not staying in this place to suffer this kind of torture, that was what Hell was for god damnit! Looking around Cat saw no one around to witness her escape and with the grace expected of any cat hopped off her pillow and landed on the cement floor with a slight thud. Looking around once more Cat made it across the room, annoyed that everything loomed over her and that it made her feel small and slightly vulnerable. Big change from her normal body, she was tall for a female and had never felt vulnerable over anything, how the mighty had fallen. Pissed off at the fact and all things in general Cat began to visualize all the things she'd like to do to Saint Peter once she got back to wherever he was. First she'd knock him unconscious with a nice blow to the back of the head. Then while he was slowly regaining consciousness she'd pull each of the feathers on his wings out, one at a time. Next she'd take tweezers and pull out every hair on his body one strand at a time until he was screaming for her to stop. Then she was going to introduce him to real pain. Who cares that he was already dead, odds were they could still feel pain and if not Cat had an eternity in Hell to come up with a way to kill the son of a bitch or at the very least drag him done to hell with her. He deserved it considering what he was putting her through. Of course it could be worse but neither she or the guys she was living with deserved this kind of treatment.
Reaching a door Cat looked up at it and with several four letter words coming to mind realized that there was no way to open the door because she couldn't even access the door handle, much less the keypad. Oh to have Pete here right now. In her current mood she could have him sliced and diced into cat food without even a twinge of conscious. Circling in front of the door Cat considered banging her head against it when suddenly the door opened in front of her though there was no one in front of her, no one stepping in. So who the hell had opened the damn door? Cat wondered as she stepped in the doorway, looking left then right for any sign that there was someone around who could have opened the door. No one in sight, not a good sign. Obviously someone had to have opened the door and it was possible they had opened it for reasons that had to do with wanting her out of the room. On the principle of the point she should probably go back through the doorway and stay with Duo, she was just stubborn and pigheaded enough to do it but something made her walk completely through the door and head down the hallway having absolutely no bloody idea where she was going. Walking along she ignored the twinge in her side and continued down the plain hallway, nothing to take aware from the starkness of it all. Hearing noise ahead of her Cat picked up pass and just managed to halt as two soldiers walked out of an elevator a few meters in front of her. Standing perfectly still Cat watched them step out of the elevator and walk away, Cat running into the elevator as soon as their backs had turned. Just managing to get in Cat turned to watch the elevator doors close behind her and with a sigh lay down on the floor as she waited for someone to call for the elevator. Laying there she wondered if perhaps she should consider trying to visit Trowa in this place or even Sally or Wufei. They were the only people she knew that were likely in this building and she didn't fancy someone sending her to the pound. Of course she hadn't thought of that possibility till now which really steamed her but she'd learned a long time ago that anger got you no where. A true soldier took what fate had dealt them and then played the cards as well as you could. Right now her deck sucked.
Though it could be worse, she could belong to one of those old ladies that collected cats like some people collected stamps, that would have bit the big one. In fact most girls would probably kill to be in her situation provided that they were human but even if she were human the fact that she was living with five guys wouldn't have really been any different then living with five girls except the guys were better because they didn't take hours in the bathroom or giggle. Cat preferred guys on every level except for the males tendency to look down on the female gender but since one was always hard pressed to find good examples of capable females that wasn't really a surprise. Sure there was Lieutenant Lucreazia Noin and Sally Poe but then you had examples like that psycho Dorothy what's her name and Lady Anna Une, enough said. Feeling the elevator begin to rise Cat stood up and watched the light above signal the rise from the lowest floor to the forth, the machine giving that annoying chime before it opened. Stepping out Cat narrowly missed getting stepped on as a bunch of people who rushed into the elevator and Cat hissed at them as the door closed in front of them. Kids today, no respect for their elders. Not that they knew she was their elder but even as a cat she was probably older in cat years. And that was really stupid. Shaking off the thought Cat looked around and seeing no one that she knew started walking down the hallway, not looking for anything in particular, just figuring that eventually she'd be caught and returned so she might as well take advantage of this window of opportunity.
Speaking of windows, Cat thought as she came to a halt outside a room where a window was clearly visible. What would happen if she did jump and kill herself, would they really put her in a worse body? What kind of body since it had to be one she could do deeds in? Drawn to the window Cat wandered into the room and keeping a weary eye out headed for the table that was under the larger window. The place had the looks and smells of a med room and Cat wrinkled her nose and was thankful that the window was open to help alleviate the smells found in all hospitals no matter how it was dressed up otherwise. Hopping up and onto the table with a lack of grace that really annoyed her but couldn't really be helped Cat just barely managed to jump from the table to the stupid and too thin windowsill. Looking through the open window Cat stared down at the concrete and thought that this was not a good way to die. Thinking objectively being a cat bit the dust but not nearly as bad as being broken on concrete and likely not dying a quick death as she slowly bleeded to death. Quick was good, slow was not a nice choice. Not that she was afraid to jump of course, she just didn't want to jump off a windowsill and onto concrete to be splattered there like reddish brown cat pudding. Yuck. There were better ways to off herself if she chose to do so and right now she was getting off the sill and forgetting about jumping because she was smart enough to go out with some class.
"Hurry get him inside." Cat turned and felt her almond eyes go large as Trowa came running into the room with two soldiers, Trowa and the one with sandy blonde hair supporting a raven haired boy who looked like he should be in high school and not with a growing blood stain just below where his heart was likely beating like a motor on full throttle.
"Sir, what happened sir? I-I- Sir!" The boy who was bleeding cried out sounding like a guy trying to ask the most popular girl in school out. Afraid and pretty much knowing deep inside that the answer was not going to be a positive one.
"Just hold on." Trowa said as he and the other soldier led the wounded one over to one of the beds and lying him down held him there while Trowa opened up the other boy's shirt and taking off his own jacket used it to press against the wound in the struggling boy's chest. "Mattews stay here and keep pressure, I'm going to get Sally." Without even looking to make sure the other man understood Trowa was out of the room at a run telling Cat this was serious stuff. Poor kid, probably didn't even have to shave yet the stupid moron. Well that's what you got for joining the army, boyo.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. GOD HELP ME!" The boy yelled and began to fight the kid named Mattews who was trying to hold him down without much success. Watching with interest Cat mentally calculated how much more blood the kid was losing because of all the thrashing around and figured that the kid was decreasing his chances of recovery big time with every little twitch. Dumb fool, killing himself with his stupidity; twice. The boy continued to scream and toss, tempting Cat to go over and give him something to cry about when the boy shut up. With a start Cat realized that the dope was staring at her with an intent that was not comforting at all. What is going through his head Cat wondered as she tried to ignore the way he was looking at her, apparently more interested in her then in the fact that he was bleeding all over the place. "A cat." The boy said in a voice that was soft and almost dreamy that made Cat cock her head in puzzlement. Curious Cat hopped off the sill and then from the table to the floor. Walking over she took the bed at a flying leap and landing on her feet, thank God, walked across the mattress to look at him in the face, a face that was looking at her like most women look at a huge bouquet of flowers or chocolates. Like she was an unexpected gift. "It's a cat, isn't she beautiful, Jake. The most beautiful cat you've ever seen?"
"Yeah that's a nice cat, Tyson." The guy named Jake said with an encouraging smile as he continued to put pressure on the wound, glad that his friend had stopped struggling. The cat had to be a gift from God.
Okay he sure must have lost a lot of blood on the way here Cat thought to herself. She also thought about biting his hand off as it was stroking her back but the guy was losing enough blood as it was and she might as well let the kid live long enough to learn from his mistakes, those who did tended to make better soldiers anyway. Plus Trowa might blame himself for the guy's stupidity, that wouldn't be good either. Tolerating the touch Cat mentally counted all the ways she could kill the guy while he drew his hand up and down her back, too weak to even do a good job of stroking her.
"Sassy!" Cat turned to see Sally come running into the room, a look of disbelief on her face and Trowa at her heels. "What are you doing here?"
"She was by the window sill, I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't been here, Tyson was going nuts till he saw her, its like she's got him hypnotized or something." Jake said as he moved away so that Sally could get to the wound. "He was losing a lot of blood from his thrashing around but he hasn't moved anything but his hand since he noticed her."
"Well then looks like someone deserves some tuna." Sally said as she looked at the wound. Looking over she was thankful to see that the soldier was still fixated on the cat and moving over to her supplies came back with a needle and some other items in a med bag. Positioning his arm she slid the needle into his arm and seconds later the hand on Sassy's back went limp. "Okay he's out and so should you guys, thanks for your help, Sassy."
Me? But I didn't do anything Cat argued then hissed at her when Sally attempted to lean over to pet her. You'd better keep your hands to yourself if you want to be able to continue to be a doctor, lady Cat thought as she tried her most evil look which probably looked cute knowing her damn luck and the fact that she looked like a stuffed animal that moved.
"Don't take it personal, Sal. She does that to anyone who calls her that." Trowa said with a smirk as he leaned over the bed and picked her up, bringing her close to his chest in case she decided to lash out at anyone. "I'll get her out of your hair." Trowa added as he refrained from petting her, figuring she'd consider that a declaration of war. From watching her interaction with others he'd drawn the conclusion that trying to make friends with her after she'd been called Sassy or another pet name was not a wise course of action. Quatre was the only one who could get away with it and Trowa doubted that would ever change.
"You'd better give her a bath first and one yourself, you both have blood on you." Sally pointed out as she pushed his shirt further away from the wound before using a damp cloth to wipe away at some of the blood that stained the boy's chest. Looking down Trowa saw that she was right as the cat had fur stained brownish red and he knew he had it on his arms at the very least.
"I'll do that, I'll be back to see how he is when I'm done." Trowa said and headed out the room with the cat, dreading attempting to give her a bath.
"Well that wasn't so bad, was it?" Trowa asked as dried off his wet shoulder blades while watching the cat carefully. They were in the men's change rooms and luckily they're was no one around for her to scratch. He wasn't one given to laughter easily but the cat's current appearance was enough to crack a smile and to stifle a chuckle Trowa thought as he finished towelling off. She looked like a cream coloured fluff ball with legs Trowa thought as he turned his back for a second so that she wouldn't see him smile; who knows what she'd do if she did. When he had his featured schooled he turned back to see that cat watching him intently, though not threateningly.
Well he's built Cat thought then pushed it away with a roll of the eyes. Of all the stupid things to waste ones time thinking about Cat thought as she mentally scolded herself at wasting her time thinking about how good Trowa looked without a shirt on. What was important was finding a mirror because she was pretty sure she'd seen him smirking once he'd finished blow drying her fur and she wanted to know why. Quatre gave her baths and told her how cute she looked all squeaky clean but he'd never looked like he was going to laugh and she'd bet her favourite gun that Trowa wasn't the type to laugh over just anything.
"Hey Trowa, some soldier said you had a cat in here, would that cat be Sassy by any chance?" A breathless Duo asked as he came running into the room before stopping to stare at Cat like he'd never seen her before. "She looks like a cuetip with feet!" Duo said as he broke into a smile then laughed. "What did you do to her, Trowa?"
"She got blood on her fur so I gave her a bath." Trowa said as he shrugged on a new shirt.
"Oh God, she attacked someone and drew blood!" Duo said with a gulp at the end as his face lost quite a bit of colour as the blood left his face. "I knew she would be mad at me for lecturing her but I didn't figure she'd be so pissed off she'd run away and start trying to kill people. Who did she attack? Are they okay? Why didn't I watch the little Jaws better!"
"Calm down, Duo, she didn't attack anyone." Trowa said as he rolled his eyes at his friend. "She got into the med wing and was expose to some blood, she didn't shed any that I'm aware of though she might shed yours given the cuetip comment."
"Thank you, God." Duo said as he clasped his hands together, looking at the ceiling with a thankful look, glad he wouldn't have to explain to Lady Une why he'd let a biological weapon, aka Sassy loss on the premises. "Thank God you got a hold of her before she could cause any damage-OWWWWW!" Duo yelled as he felt Cat's claws swipe across he right leg. Hopping up and down he tethered back and forth as he hopped over to a nearby bench and pulling up his pants revealed some lovely red scratches.
"Told you." Trowa said with a shake of his head, thinking that if cats could grin the ferocious feline would be doing so know. Despite what Quatre said Trowa was beginning to think this cat was a demon in disguise or at least had the personality of one despite the fact that she'd helped that soldier. "I'll go and take her to Wufei's, why don't you go back to the ship, its safer and less of a health hazard."