Elara purred as Bryn was rubbing her body with the loofah and strawberry scented body wash. It felt relaxing and the strawberry scent that filled the room was simply intoxicating.
Bryn, on the other paw, was an absolute wreck. He had never been alone with a girl like this, it was so hard not to touch Elara with his bare hands. "Brent, if I get out of this alive, you're dead." He thought.
Jacob had come back with a good size towel. "Alright, when you rinse off, you'll be done." He told Elara, who nodded.
"Alright." she said.
"Alright, Bryn, let her rinse." Jacob said. But the dancer didn't appear to hear him, Bryn was trying to savor whatever time he got touching Elara. "Bryn! BRYN!" Jacob yelled, inwardly regretting having to raise his voice.
Bryn had snapped out of it and jumped at Jacob's yell, looking at him. "You say something?" he asked. "Let Elara rinse so we can get her dressed." Jacob said back.
"Uh...ok..." Bryn said, rinsing the loofah off and backing away so Elara could rise herself off.
Elara stood in the water once again and let the bubbly suds slide off her body. Bryn couldn't help but watch her.
"Wow..." He thought. Who knew Elara could be so...beautiful?
His thoughts were cut short as Jacob turned the water off, helped Elara out and wrapped her up in the towel.
"Shower time's up." Jacob said with a proud smile.
"So your grandtom was an actor?" Jo Bingha asked Etcetera with amazement.
"Mm-hmm! Best one there ever was!" Etcetera said proudly, sipping her hot chocolate with whipped cream.
"Wow..." Jo said, taking a sip of her own hot chocolate.
"Grandtom loved theater, ever since he was a kit." Etcetera said, remembering the tales of theater he would tell her and Pouncival as bedtime stories whenever he kittensat them.
"Was Fireforefiddle his first role?" The blonde human asked.
"Yeah! The role that made him famous." Etcetera said.
Jo was interested now, this was gonna be a long night of questions Etcetera was all too happy to answer.
"So your mother just up and left your dad to raise all three of you?" Michael asked Munkustrap as they sat in front of the fireplace on a couch.
"She said she needed to see the world and needed her own space." Munkustrap stated in a matter of fact tone, not a hint of sadness in his voice.
"But are you even curious on where she went? What she did?" Michael wondered.
"I admit, a little. But, other than that, I don't care." Munkustrap said, crossing his legs. "She chose to leave, I stopped caring in my teen years." The tabby said.
"Do your brothers care?" the human actor asked.
"Macavity was a little hurt but got over it quickly. Tugger hated her the most because he can't remember a single memory with her, she left before his brain could start making memories." Munkustrap said.
"Left him bitter?"
"You have no idea."
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. The silver tabby made it clear that he did not desire to talk about his mother, but Michael was too damn curious for his own good.
"Was she really as beautiful as they all say?" He asked.
"Yeah, dad always said she outdid even the show winning queens." Munkustrap shrugged.
"Wow, must've been a surprise when she showed up looking like she did, huh?"
"Mm-hmm." was all that left Munk's pursed lips, he wished Michael would just drop the subject.
"Why do you really hate her? Other than the leaving part." Michael said, wanting to know why the silver tabby hated his own mother.
"...She was never there." Munkustrap said in a listless tone. Michael widened his eyes in surprise. "She wasn't?" He asked.
"No. I remember making a drawing of our family when I was young, I tried showing her but all she did was walk by me and say 'that's nice, Munkus, go play with Mac.'" Munkustrap said, bitter tears threatening to well in his purple eyes. "She never even looked at it."
Michael was stunned. He never knew a mother could be so negligent to her own flesh and blood.
"Wow...I'm sorry, Munk." Michael apologized.
"It's ok, really." The silver tabby said, turning his head to blink away small tears. When he calmed down, he looked at Michael. "Would you like to hear how Demeter and I met?" he asked with a soft smile.
"Would I!" Michael exclaimed, getting interested.
Hey all! Sorry for the late update, it's been hectic.
Sorry Cettie's and Jo's part isn't interesting, but it was all my brain could muster.
R&R please!