[Log] On the prowl...

[brynkitten]

Bryn hadn't shifted to her other form in months. With her ability not being tied to the moon like in mythology or well, in Alex's case, she didn't have to unless she wanted to. It was hard to feel comfortable wandering around in her other form in such a populated area, especially since many wouldn't have any idea that it was her, but Bryn had

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[thenotmagician]

The barrack kitchen was obviously going to be Zeke's new best friend. It definitely wasn't Sergei's, but it was something. In a way it was even better than Sergei's. The kitchen was merely a couple yards from his cell, so whenever he decided it was a good idea to crash he didn't have to go far.

He'd decided that sleeping in Sergei's would've been a bad idea.

But now Zeke decided to take a break from the kitchen. He was still getting used to the place. And on his ridiculously short trek back to his room, Zeke spots a particularly large cat. Large enough that it could possibly eat him if it wanted to.

Granted, it was... kind of familiar looking. Ish. But Zeke wasn't much of an animal person, and fro goodness sakes what's with him and giant animals, anyway? He always seems to run into them. But at least it's not Fenrir.

So he takes a step back, stares at the large cougar thing, and gives it his best 'trust-me-i-taste-god-awful' look.

[brynkitten]

Whoa. Hello new person with face tattoo. Bryn tilts her head to the side, giving it a careful look because she's never seen anything like it before.

The fact that he seems wary of her, well, she notices that a bit later and carefully sits in place. It wouldn't do to scare someone or get them to attack out of some perceived need for self-defense.

It probably didn't help appearances that she could still smell good things coming out of the nearby kitchen that made her lick her lips.

[thenotmagician]

Well now, Zeke could see that the cougar obviously wasn't a threat. Since it just kind of sat there and didn't chase him to the ends of the earth.

So, with restored confidence that he isn't going to be turned into a meal, he smiles and crouches, being careful to mind his bad leg. Someone hasn't been doing their morning exercises.

"Oi, and who might you be?" Though he's already assuming this cat person can't talk, or else they would've said something already. He turns a quick glance at the kitchen behind him. "Come for snack?"

[brynkitten]

Oh, well this was much easier than with Megamind. Sitting in place and suddenly the other guy was comfortable enough to smile and drop down to her level. That's awfully trusting, though the way he moves and favors his leg does give Bryn some concern.

Carefully, she padded forward, all casual ease, but stopped a couple feet away before sitting again with a small purr and a nod. A snack wouldn't be such a bad idea, all things considered. The deer she'd caught once had been incredibly fast and far more a challenge than she'd anticipated. Going after another didn't really appeal.

[thenotmagician]

Zeke is taking that as a total yes. He stands again and turns toward the kitchen.

"Welp, you're in luck. I just cleared up a bit, so th'food should still be warm. Unless you'd prefer it cold."

[brynkitten]

Food is food, in this form. She's used to a fresh kill, but ultimately Bryn isn't so picky, especially when it's being offered. She rises to her feet and follows him into the kitchen. It might be apparent to him that she knows her way around, as she navigates easily to a clear spot away from potentially hot stoves or major food preparation areas.

The smells of the kitchen are even stronger inside, and Bryn licks her lips in anticipation. Hopefully whoever this guy was had made something delicious.

[thenotmagician]

Zeke scans the kitchen momentarily, trying to decide what best to feed his new kitty friend. And it's nice she's staying out of his way so he doesn't go tripping over everything.

"You been here a while?" Because it sure seemed like it. If this cougar thing was in the barracks, she was probably one of the people pulled here. Nothing was far-fetched in his book.

"And I think I've got just th'thing."

Bryn was in luck. In an effort to adjust to the differences in the kitchen, he'd cooked some bigger things. (Ignoring how he'd taken some items from the main kitchen). It was also an offering to any individuals within the barracks who weren't very inclined to cook and didn't want to walk a longer distance for a bite to eat. It's so much nicer on hand. Besides, there wasn't much in there in the first place. Congratulations, Bryn, you win a whole roasted chicken.

"There ya go."

[brynkitten]

She nodded in response to his question. A day ago when talking with Eames, she'd realized that she had already been at the Keep for four months. Time had flown rather quickly, all things considered. Perhaps being happier, feeling safer really did have an effect on one's perception of time.

Patiently, she sat and watched Zeke bustle around the kitchen, and when he came to her with a whole roasted chicken, Bryn licked her lips. It smelled amazing.

She bobbed her head in a nod, in thanks, and then carefully began eating the bird, working around the bones since the last thing she wanted to do was choke herself on them. Bryn wasn't particularly clean about it, but she hoped the man saw she was appreciative.

[thenotmagician]

Well, seeing as she was an animal without thumbs and an ability to use utensils, he didn't mind much at all. While she ate, Zeke went about tidying up the kitchen some more. It'll bug him the rest of the night if he doesn't.

When he's sure the kitchen was back in the condition it was before he went an invaded it, he glances at his feline friend to see if she was done.

"Y'don't have ta worry about cleanin' that up any, either. I'll take care of it."

[brynkitten]

Well that was sweet of him. Bryn looked up at Zeke and tried for a low sort of bow in thanks. The chicken had been delicious and he was offering to clean up after and everything.

Later she was certain she would have to find this mysterious cook and thank him properly.

For now, well, with nothing left to do, she gave another head bob and turned to head out of the kitchen.