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2: Tame
Felina sighed as she settled onto the sofa. Sitting shouldn't feel this good. Of course, she would have to get up eventually. She was thirsty, but the kitchen seemed so far away, even though it was only about fifteen feet. Beyond that, she needed to retrieve her prescriptions. So, she would have to try venturing out of the apartment sometime within the hour, which meant she would have to get up and get dressed. No amount of sitting in the world would help when her hospital painkillers wore off, even if she was in her favorite sweat pants. And, then there was a knock at the door.
"Of course," she groaned. If this was a coworker or a friend checking on her, she would literally rip their throats out with her teeth.
Deciding to test the knock out in case it was some deliveryman, she remained seated. There was another knock and another, each one more insistent than the last. Whoever it was probably would not go away, even if she did not answer the door. She had little desire to see what would happen after that.
"Lieutenant Feral!" That sounded suspiciously like the deputy mayor. Felina groaned again. "Lieutenant Feral!" Yeah, that was the deputy mayor.
"Not like I can leave the freaking deputy mayor screaming at my front door," Felina grumbled. It took several shouts of her name before she could even rise from the couch. Limping and dragging her body, she made it to the door. It seemed so much further than the few feet it was.
"Lieutenant!"
"I'm here, I'm here," Felina managed as she pulled the door open. She had wanted to yank it open, show her annoyance, but she found herself way too weak. A newborn kitten could probably drop her. Finding herself tired and winded, she leaned against the door, hoping she did not look as exhausted as she felt.
"I was about to summon the authorities, lieutenant," Miss Briggs remarked with a teasing smile.
"No need. Just takes me a bit longer than some," Felina said, trying to force out her own smile. She wanted it to seem carefree, playful, like she was totally fine. It probably would have worked better if she were not sweating like she run a marathon.
The deputy mayor nodded. "I was stopping by…" She took a deep breath and shook her head, as if that was not what she wanted to say. "I wanted to see how you're doing."
"Fine," Felina answered in a breath. Well, she would be fine as soon as she could get back to the couch.
The deputy mayor challenged that with an arched eyebrow. "Really? Because it looks like you're about to fall out."
"I'm fine," Felina gritted out. She did not need this prim and proper… freaking queen telling her what to! "Now, if you don't mind…" Forcing herself to stand up straight and biting back a grimace, she tried to shut the door. Only the deputy mayor halted her, with just her palm against the door! Felina could not help glaring at the delicate little hand and then her eyes cut to her own arms. Muscles that used to bulge and intimidate sagged now.
Miss Briggs must have noticed because she moved her hand and gently placed it on Felina's arm. There was a moment of silence and a soft caress. Felina felt weak, ready to collapse, and she feared some of it did not have to do with her injuries.
"I do mind," the deputy mayor said, stepping close and shutting the door. She was now inside the apartment with Felina. Suddenly, the space that seemed wider than all outside moments ago was tiny, confining, and Felina did not know what to do.
Miss Briggs put an arm around Felina and motioned to the couch. Felina could not fight it and allowed the deputy mayor to help her back to the sofa. Once she was down, she sighed in relief so loudly Miss Briggs stared at her. She growled in her own embarrassment.
"What can I do for you, Deputy Mayor?" Felina asked, trying her best to sound normal. If they cut to the chase, she might be able to get the deputy mayor out before the painkillers wore off. She doubted she would make it to the pharmacy in time before that happened, though. She would have to stand the agony while strolling the streets and hope like Hell no one in this crime-infested city decided to rob her, or worse.
"You can sit on the sofa while I make you some lunch," the deputy mayor stated as if it was the most logical thing in the world. The stern look in her eyes said she was not to be argued with either.
Felina blinked. "You'll do what?" Maybe she misheard. While her hearing had cleared up a long time ago, she still thought it was possible her ears were messed up. It was the only way to explain why the deputy mayor of all people had offered to make her anything. Maybe this whole thing was a dream. Yeah, she fell asleep on the couch because sitting down had felt so good.
Miss Briggs pointing a rigid finger at her brought her out of her thoughts. "I'm going to make you lunch, which I'm sure you haven't eaten considering how much strength I know it took for you to come and get the door."
Felina frowned. "I could've ordered out."
The deputy mayor scoffed and glanced around the apartment. "Nope, your phone is on the counter, much too far away for it to be of any use to you. You just got out of the hospital. You need someone to help. Is someone going to come by and help?"
The lieutenant was very tempted to lie and volunteer someone would come by. She wanted to be alone. She did not want anyone to see her so weak. But, then again, Miss Briggs had already seen her weak, weaker than this. Hell, the deputy mayor had just stopped her movement with a simple hand. So, Felina just grunted.
"Let's see what we have," the deputy mayor said, marching into the kitchen as if she owned the place.
"Nothing," Felina informed her.
"You have to have something." She could hear the deputy mayor puttering around her rather pathetic kitchen. "Well, if there's ever any type of apocalypse and you need a lifetime supply of raman noodles and spoiled milk, you'll be covered." Miss Briggs marched back out into the living room, putting her hands on her hips. "You seriously have nothing edible in there."
"Uh, yeah. I told you that," Felina pointed out, not meaning to sound as snippy as she did, but this whole thing was beyond her. She could not begin figuring out how to deal with the idea of the deputy mayor, the person who truly controlled Megakat City, was trying to take care of her.
"Fine." The deputy mayor threw her hands up. "I'll go shopping. Do you need anything? Beyond food anyway."
Felina turned up her nose, wanting to tell her to go away. But, if she sent the deputy mayor away, she would very likely starve to death in her apartment in terrible pain. So, instead, groaning, she leaned over to the coffee table. It felt like she had ripped her whole torso open just from the simple movement.
"My prescriptions." She held up the paper. "I went to the pharmacy before I came home and put them. They should be ready in an hour."
Miss Briggs smiled and nodded. "All right. I'll take care of it."
And with that, the deputy mayor was gone with just as much energy as she arrived, taking Felina's keys from the bowl by the door on her way out. Felina groaned again while throwing her head onto the back of the couch. If the pain did not kill her, having someone in her home for an extended period of time might.
-8-8-8-8-
When Callie returned to the apartment, the lieutenant was knocked out. Callie thought that was for the best. She quietly placed the pill bottles on the table, reading each label carefully, just in case. She also took the time to copy down the doctor's number. She would call him later and find out the proper care regiment for the recovering enforcer.
She then set about the task of putting away the groceries, several bags worth. This gave her a chance to take in the kitchen. There was a row of cupboards above the counter against the wall as well as below the counter. The floor was wooden, matching the rest of the wood in the place. The refrigerator was old, probably there from when the lieutenant moved in. The same with the stove, but the appliances worked, so that was good enough.
Callie left out the items she needed for dinner, putting them on the counter, and began to cook once everything was in its proper place. Well, the place she deemed proper. She doubted someone with cabinets full of dried noodles would mind. Is this what the lieutenant usually ate? How in the world does she maintain that body then?
Even though Callie never really thought about Lieutenant Feral before now, she imagined the enforcer would have a better diet. It seemed like a given for someone as muscular as the lieutenant. She was a little disappointed to find out Lieutenant Feral did not take as much as with what she ate as she did with building her muscles.
While the food cooked, Callie thought she might as well wake the lieutenant. She needed to take her meds and she probably needed to be awake for a while before she started eating. Not to mention, she would probably be sore from sleeping on the couch. Callie nudged the enforcer by her good shoulder; the left one was pained from a bullet fragment being pulled out of it. The lieutenant growled, lip curling. She tried to swat at Callie, but she could barely lift her hand.
"Dinner's on and you should be taking these pills now," Callie reported, holding up a bottle for the patient, which was definitely a misleading label from the look in the lieutenant's dark eyes.
"Take my own pills," the enforcer grumbled, snatching the bottle from her… well, trying to snatch anyway. Her snatch was more like her hand falling after she got a hold of the pills.
Callie chuckled. "You're fun when you're woken up from a nap."
The lieutenant did not say anything. She just struggled trying to open the bottle, but she could not get the right grip. Callie thought if she reached into help right now, she might lose her hand.
"Didn't ask you to be here," Lieutenant Feral grunted and struggled more with the bottle. "Can do it myself." She growled. Her eyes blazing as her face twisted with anger and frustration. "I can do it myself… I can… I can…" Her voice cracked and she sobbed as she dropped the bottle. The pills rattled as it rolled under the coffee table. "I can't…" The lieutenant's head dropped.
"Shh…" Callie bent down, retrieving the pill bottle with one hand and placing her other hand on the lieutenant's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Of course you can do it yourself. I've seen you in action."
"I'm so weak I can't even get through a fucking kitten-proof cap!" The enforcer hid her face in her right hand.
Callie tried to lock eyes with the enforcer, needing to know that everything she was about to say was believed. "Lieutenant, you were shot three times. You're still on meds for your infection. You can't just expect to pick back up where you were a couple of weeks ago. You need time to heal. Anyone would need time to heal. Anyone would need help. You're not weak because of this."
There was a long, loud sniff. "I am."
"You're not!" Callie said with more force than she intended and she squeezed Lieutenant Feral's knee. "You're the strongest person I've ever met and I've met the damn Swat Kats."
A dark eye watched her through the lieutenant's fingers. "The Swat Kats wouldn't be crying over not being able to open a pill bottle."
Callie scoffed. "You think that's why you're crying?" She shook her head, but gave the enforcer a gentle smile. "You're crying out of frustration. This whole situation is frustrating to you. You can't live how you want to live, you can't do what you want to do, and you're upset. It makes sense for some as independent and strong as you are, but I promise you, if you give yourself time, it will get better."
The lieutenant sniffled. "What?"
"It will get better," Callie repeated.
For some reason, those words were the ones to touch the lieutenant. She put her hand down and allowed Callie to see her. Her dark eyes shined with tears, but they were no longer falling. Something almost like a smile worked its way onto the enforcer's face.
"Felina," the lieutenant said out of the blue.
"Huh?" Callie asked.
"Call me Felina. You're obviously going to be here a while and in my life. You might as well call me by my name."
Callie nodded and smiled. She felt privileged to be able to do something so simple, but then again, this kat had saved her life. "Then, by all means, you should do the same."
"I will."
"Now, take your medication." Callie opened the bottle.
Felina nodded and obeyed. Callie fought down a grin and returned to the kitchen to check the food. She brought Felina a glass of water for the pills.
"Took 'em dry, but thanks," Felina said, picking up the water anyway. She sipped it.
Callie's brow furrowed. "You took them dry? All right. You won't have to do that again. Do you want to eat here or do you think you could make it to your countertop?" There was a counter that separated the kitchen from the main room of the apartment and there were two tall chairs there.
Felina groaned. "Just the thought of moving makes my body sore, but I should probably move."
"I'll help you up."
There was no fight that time. She tucked Felina under her and helped her stand. She was a bit surprised by how heavy the enforcer was. But then, she thought about Felina when she was at her best, when she was diving in front of bullets. She was a thick she-kat with a hard body and Callie could feel all of that, even though Felina had definitely lost weight in the hospital. She had noticed it each and every visit.
Getting Felina to the tall chair at the counter was a struggle for both of them, but they made it. Callie smiled as Felina eased into the chair. Felina sighed as she settled against the back of the chair.
"I feel like I'm going to count this as a victory," Callie remarked.
"This is the victory? Not the part where you get the stubborn she-kat to stop fighting the help?" Felina joked with a smirk.
Callie chortled. "It's good to see you in lighter spirits."
Felina just smiled and Callie wondered if the change in her demeanor had to do with her taking those pills. Callie would look into the side effects later, but she hoped Felina remained in good spirits. Callie served her and Felina dug into the food so quickly Callie doubted she tasted a bit of it. One helping became two, which then became three. Callie just watched in amazement.
"It's really good," Felina stated, pointing to the remainder of her meal with her fork.
"I'm glad you like it," Callie replied, finally starting in on her own food. She meant that, too. She hoped everything she did met with Felina's satisfaction. No, it would not make up for Felina saving her life, but it was a start.
"Yeah, well, you know what I've been forced to eat the past couple of weeks, so…" Felina shoved more salmon into her mouth.
"I figured this would beat hospital fish by a long shot."
"I don't even think that was fish. I feel like they just caught a bunch of mice and then put them in what they call a stew, but couldn't even pass as soup."
Callie chuckled again. "It was mouse water then? Not even fish water."
"Poor mouse water, like they caught 'em in the cellar."
Callie laughed even more. Felina chuckled a bit this time, too, before finishing up her third helping. It was good to see she had an appetite. Once the meal was done, Callie helped Felina back to the sofa and then went to do the dishes. She had counted on leftovers, but Felina had eaten everything except the plates and it was not for lack of trying either. She would just have to go shopping again tomorrow. Maybe I can find out things Felina likes and stock up on those things as well as necessities.
"Do you need anything else?" Callie asked.
"I'm good. I think I'm going to go to sleep," Felina answered.
"On the sofa?" Callie marched out into the living room. A stern look from her would possibly help Felina see the failure in that plan.
"Getting to the bed would be too much work. I'm fine here." As if to prove her point, Felina leaned back.
"No, no, no. First off, if you sleep there, where will I sleep?" Callie inquired, hands on her hips with her hip cocked out to the side.
Felina blinked owlishly. "Excuse me?"
"I'm not going to leave you here alone for an extended period of time."
Curling her lip, Felina scoffed. "I don't need a babysitter."
Callie gave her another hard look. "We've gone through this. I'm not a babysitter. I'm here to help you. You can barely stand up on your own right now. What if you fall out of bed or off of the couch in the middle of the night? You're just going to lie there until morning when I come back?"
Felina frowned, signaling Callie had made her point. The lieutenant was not as hard to work with as she first appeared. Callie thought things might work out, after all. She would not have to fight to stay here until Felina was much better.
"If you're going to stay, you should take the bed," Felina offered, nodding toward the door on the opposite wall.
"I'm not going to take your bed after you took three bullets for me. I will take the couch and you will take the bed and like it," Callie stated.
Felina shook her head. "I can't take the bed. You're my guest."
"You will take the bed," Callie ordered.
"I'm fine on the couch. You take the bed. I mean, have you ever slept on a couch in your life?" Felina asked with a smirk.
Callie scoffed. So, the enforcer thought she was some prim princess and had been all her life. Talk about prejudice. But, then again, she was not surprised. She had yet to meet an enforcer who was not.
"Come on, you. Get up. I'll tuck you in," Callie teased.
Felina rolled her eyes, but when Callie put a hand on her arm, the taller female rose to her feet. Felina also pointed out her bedroom and they entered. It was a mess, which Callie expected. Clothes were tossed about the place, the bed was not made, and magazines littered the floor. There were some weights and other exercise equipment out as well.
"You got a teenager that lives here, too?" Callie joked with a grin.
"Forgive me for not always being able to clean up. I'm only out trying to save the city from whatever terrorist decides to kill us that day," Felina remarked.
Callie laughed and helped Felina ease into bed. She ignored the groan Felina let loose as soon as she was settled. "Do you need pajamas or do you sleep in your enforcer sweats?" Callie asked.
"I sleep in these. Do you need something to sleep in? I notice you didn't show up here with any bags," Felina said as she settled against her pillows.
"I didn't know if you'd let me stay. I didn't want to tip my hand either. I figured if I got in, it would be good enough. I didn't want you to see me with bags and then you'd get upset and close yourself off more."
Felina nodded. "I suppose you are as smart as you look. Bottom drawer."
Callie turned her attention to the dresser pressed up against the wall adjacent to the door. It was a plain, functional piece of furniture, something she would expect from someone with the surname Feral. Pulling out the draw, she noticed everything was neat and tidy, rolled and bundled. It seemed like an odd away to put clothes.
She grabbed for a pair of sweat pants and the first t-shirt she saw. She turned back to Felina, only to find the lieutenant was already asleep. Callie was on her own to find the linen closet.
Once she managed that, she went to change into her pajamas. The grey pants felt huge on her, which she expected. Felina did not seem like the type to wear fitted pants. She figured she would be swimming in the t-shirt. As she unrolled it, she noticed a plain graphic on it. A simple purple triangle over the heart and underneath it the word: pride.
At first, she did not think anything of it. It was just a strange shirt. Felina might have gotten it as a gift or from some convention or anywhere really. She made up the sofa and settled in for the night.
-8-8-8-8-
Felina awoke to the smell of bacon and was greeted by the heavenly food moments later. Callie came in to the bedroom, holding a tray… and wearing a t-shirt. Oh, no. Of course out of the dozens of t-shirts, the deputy mayor would pick that one.
"Good morning," Callie chirped, obviously a morning person.
She grinned, but Felina barely noticed. Her eyes fixed on the shirt and the rather inappropriate thought of: she looks good in my clothes. She managed to shake that away as now was definitely not the time. Callie, of course, noticed.
"Are you upset over the shirt?" Callie asked as she eased the tray down.
"Uh…" Felina's brain shorted out. It seemed like Callie did not know what the shirt meant, but she was certainly going to be suspicious now. After all, Felina had called attention to the damn thing.
"Is there something wrong with it? Did I mess it up?" Callie looked down at the shirt, inspecting it. Her brow furrowed. "I've been trying to figure out this symbol. It seems familiar, but I can't place it…" Teal eyes went wide and she gasped. Clearly she figured it out now. "Oh, my god, you're a lioness."
Felina tensed. Taking a subtle (she hoped anyway) deep breath, she waited for the vitriol and disgust. At least she made breakfast already.
"Yes, I'm a lioness," Felina confirmed in a low voice, eyes locked on the bounty laid out on the tray. It was not just bacon, but sausage, an omelet, and toast. Her medication was also laid out on the side.
"Oh… Um…" Callie glanced away, rubbing her palms together.
"If… if it's too much for you… You don't have to stay," Felina said.
Callie turned sharply and stared at her as if she were an idiot. "What?"
"You don't have to stay. I know how uncomfortable it makes people," Felina explained. Oh, how she knew how uncomfortable it made people. "I just ask that you don't tell anyone."
"Felina." Callie sat down on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to shy away. She maintained eye contact as well and her gaze did not seem disgusted. "I'm not going to tell anyone your private business."
Felina licked her lips and nodded. She was not sure what else to do. She was not sure if she could believe Callie. This had bitten her in the ass more than once throughout her life. But, then again, Callie had already seen her weak and vulnerable.
"You don't have to stay," Felina said again.
"I want to stay, Felina. This doesn't change anything," Callie said in a strong voice, eyes still locked on Felina. "Actually, it explains a lot."
Felina put her head down for a moment. Most people did not assume she was a lioness, even though she was quite masculine by most standards. Lions were not the norm and most people never thought anyone was a lion or a lioness, no matter how different they were or how far they crossed gender roles.
"You okay?" Callie asked softly.
"I can't believe you're okay with this…" Felina mumbled, eyebrows bent a bit in confusion. No one had ever taken the news so calmly.
"Felina…" Callie sighed and actually reached out and touched Felina. This surprised Felina so much she pulled back, but Callie grabbed her hands and held on tight.
"Miss Briggs—" Felina tried to object.
"Callie. I told you call me Callie. Felina, this doesn't change anything."
Felina scoffed. "Since when? You don't have to pretend." That had to be it. The deputy mayor was acting like it was all right, just so she could get out of the room before she was "infected," as a lot of people thought would happen if they shared space a lion.
"I'm not pretending! Felina, you saved my life! I'm not going to shun you unless there are a bunch of heads under your bed you're not telling me about. You're my hero!" Callie declared with a passion Felina did not expect.
"I… I…" Felina was not sure what to say.
Callie patted her leg and then gave her hands squeeze. "Eat your breakfast and take your meds."
"How are you so calm about this?" Felina's own parents had flipped out. "My mother doesn't even touch me anymore."
Teal eyes went wide. "What?"
"How are you so calm about this?" It needed repeating because this did not make any sense. This was like some alternate reality.
"Felina, you saved my life. This means the world to me because I like being alive, but I also saw you throw the Onca brothers to the ground to save them. You were selfless beyond what anyone should expect. You're a true hero at heart. Who you date or take to bed doesn't diminish that."
"Unless it's heads?" Felina asked with a grin.
Callie laughed. "Yeah, the heads thing is definitely cause for concern and you might want to tell me if you have any because I'm cleaning this place up when I get you out on the couch."
Felina felt her face heat up and she turned her eyes back to breakfast. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"I am. I'm here to take care of you and help you," Callie promised and then she leaned in, kissing Felina on the cheek.
Felina could not help the sharp inhale as she felt those lips press lightly against her face. "Okay, wow. You're really comfortable with this."
Callie then pulled back. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't thinking…"
Felina grinned. "I was just teasing." But, not really. She did not want to drive Callie away, but she did not want her to be uncomfortable either and she knew how uncomfortable her being a lioness could make people.
"Eat your food." Callie patted her leg again and then got up.
Felina took a deep breath and then focused on the meal. It was delicious. Are there more of these meals ahead or did she sneak out? She supposed she would find out soon enough. For now, she would enjoy the meal and be thankful that for a moment in life she was not made to feel like a freak. Looking down at her hands, she smiled.
"She touched me… even after she found out. And, she didn't take the shirt off or look at me like she was disgusted." Amazed did not begin to cover how she felt. Is this how they feel about me diving in front of them? She was not sure, but she would treasure this small moment.
-8-8-8-8-
Callie finished up her food and tried not to think about the bomb that just landed in her lap and exploded. So, the lieutenant was a lioness. It truthfully made a lot of sense. The muscles, the job, and the way she could shove around even the biggest kats. Felina was definitely more of a guy than most guys.
"It's not weird," Callie muttered aloud, forcing herself to believe it, to not be bothered by it. She did not care who Felina took to bed. She did care that Felina saved her. "And look where that got her. I can't treat her differently now after telling her she's a hero. Besides, she's not different. She's been this way since I've known her. She's not different."
With that in mind, Callie marched back into the bedroom to get Felina out of bed. Breakfast was all gone, including crumbs. Callie could hardly believe her eyes. In fact, she took her glasses off and wiped the lens, just to be sure she was seeing correctly.
"Either I need a stronger prescription or you licked this plate clean," Callie teased as she put her glasses back on.
Felina let loose a slightly tense half-smile. "Again, you've seen the food I've been living on the past couple of weeks."
Chuckling, Callie laughed. "Good to know my cooking is better than horrible hospital food." She moved the tray to the far side of the bed. "Now, let's get you up. I'm sure you need the bathroom."
Felina nodded vigorously. Tucked under her arm, Callie helped the lieutenant into the bathroom. She did her best not to rush out of the room, but she doubted she did a good job. She also did not do a good job in slowly easing into the room to help Felina out. Felina side-eyed her the whole time trip to the couch.
"Callie," Felina said.
"Yes?"
"Sit down. I know you're uncomfortable and I don't want you to tiptoe around me," Felina said.
Callie sighed and eased herself down on the sofa. "I don't mean… I mean, I'm not uncomfortable around you. I just… this is new to me."
Felina laughed a bit as she ran a hand through her hair. "It usually is. Look, if you have any questions you want to ask me, you can."
Callie felt like she had a million years, but she could not really pin them down. She did not think any of them were appropriate either. She did not want this to bother her. Felina was still Felina.
"Felina," Callie said and then she reached out to rest her hand on Felina's leg, remembering how Felina relaxed when she did it before. "I want you to know and believe, this doesn't change anything. I don't think any less of you." And, it was the truth. She was a bit thrown, but she did not think any less of Felina.
Sighing, Felina stared at her. "Thanks… for staying."
Callie grinned. "Like I said, this doesn't change anything and I'm not uncomfortable. As I said before, this is just new to me. I actually never met a lion before. I mean, I know they exist, but I've never met one, or at least one who was out."
Felina chuckled a bit. "Yeah, we do exist. It's very rare for lions to be out, though. Lionesses even more so. No one likes to be judged and people always act like lions… well, you'd think we'd eat babies. I'm sure most people who know me would prefer I had those heads you mentioned under my bed than for me to be a lioness."
"That's horrible." Callie did not know much about lions or lionesses. She never really gave same-sex attraction much thought, just like she never gave much thought to a large asteroid hitting the planet. Not because it did not happen, but because it was so out of the ordinary.
"Yeah."
"Maybe… maybe people think like that, though, because they don't realize this doesn't change the type of person you are. And, obviously, they don't know you. I mean, you're amazing." Callie feared she might have some hero worship now.
Felina actually blushed. "Thanks."
"Look, this doesn't change anything between us. I don't care who you go to bed with. I care about you getting better and for that to happen, I think you need a clean environment. So, like I said, I'm going to go clean your bedroom and do your laundry. If you don't mind." Aside from the bedroom, Felina's apartment was actually fairly clean.
"No, but to warn you, you might come across some more Pride stuff." Felina hunched over a little, almost like a shy child.
Callie smiled. "If you haven't noticed, I'm still wearing the shirt. I think I can handle it. If not, don't hesitate to call a priest."
Felina laughed and grabbed a nearby book instead of turning on the television as Callie assumed she would. Callie made herself busy by doing household chores and also running some errands. She took the t-shirt off when she went outside. She also stopped by her condo, figuring she might as well get some clothes. Felina did not seem to mind her presence and she was quite fine with Felina, so now she could go through with the extended stay she had planned.
-8-8-8-8-
Next time: the two try to carry on as normal, but Commander Feral shows up a makes it a little hard.
