[cat verse 001]: You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid I won't get out alive
The alarm that woke Arthur was, like every morning, enough to make him growl into his pillow from his place curled up under the covers. The hand that wormed its way out slammed down onto the clock and his head eventually followed out from under the covers, black ears sticking out from unkempt black hair and twitching as he yawned deeply. He then stretched his long, lithe body as he slipped out from the bed, his long, black tale swishing slowly when out from under the sheets.
He stumbled into the bathroom and relieved himself. After washing up he made his way into the kitchen, clad only in his boxers, tail starting to move with a little more life until it draped itself over Arthur's shoulder, and it wasn't until he took his first sip of coffee that another morning had officially started. And he had to go into work again. It made him sigh tiredly not because he didn't like the work - he quite possibly loved dreamsharing - but who he was working with, that only seemed to make him more tired as he turned the morning news on and started back to his bedroom to get dressed. Dom, who couldn't stay in retirement, was leading their team once again (this time in New York, where Arthur thankfully had an apartment he could stay in, and on a less ambitious job than the Fischer job had been), Ariadne had decided to pursue a career in dreamsharing and was once again their architect, Yusuf was their trusted chemist once again and Arthur playing the part of the point.
He had no problems with most of their team. Just their forger. Who seemed to make it his life's mission to make life as irritating as possible for Arthur (the pet names, the smarmy comments trying to undermine most of what came out of Arthur's mouth, invading Arthur's personal space, trying to twine his tail with Arthur's, and, possibly the most outrageous of all, nipping at his ears). The orange tabby known as Eames was insufferable and Arthur's black ears were already pressed flat against his head in extreme annoyance, tail flicking irately just thinking about it. It was going to be another long day.
Arthur left his apartment nearly two hours later (having brushed his teeth, brushed his tail to smooth it out, giving it a few licks on the more stubborn hairs, tried his best to groom behind his ears after slicking his hair back, and filing his nails down to a more suitable length after having grown more during his sleep as usual), and wrapped his coat tighter to him against the cold, bitter air. He wrapped his tail around his waist, not wanting it to bump into anyone else's (as a few often did to him as he moved through the throngs of other early workers) and ended up giving a cab up to a mother trying to handle her two kittens (one screeching in her arms, causing Arthur's ears to press flatly against his head to block out the painful loudness).
By the time he finally got a cab and arrived at the building they had rented, Arthur was later than he normally liked being but was grateful to see only Yusuf there. He was sleeping, attached to one of the PASIV units. Arthur went and checked the clock and settings after removing his bag and coat. Ears twitching as he silently moved away from Yusuf he went to go check the heat, turning it down slightly as it beginning to make him hot and he had only been in for two minutes.
He stumbled into the bathroom and relieved himself. After washing up he made his way into the kitchen, clad only in his boxers, tail starting to move with a little more life until it draped itself over Arthur's shoulder, and it wasn't until he took his first sip of coffee that another morning had officially started. And he had to go into work again. It made him sigh tiredly not because he didn't like the work - he quite possibly loved dreamsharing - but who he was working with, that only seemed to make him more tired as he turned the morning news on and started back to his bedroom to get dressed. Dom, who couldn't stay in retirement, was leading their team once again (this time in New York, where Arthur thankfully had an apartment he could stay in, and on a less ambitious job than the Fischer job had been), Ariadne had decided to pursue a career in dreamsharing and was once again their architect, Yusuf was their trusted chemist once again and Arthur playing the part of the point.
He had no problems with most of their team. Just their forger. Who seemed to make it his life's mission to make life as irritating as possible for Arthur (the pet names, the smarmy comments trying to undermine most of what came out of Arthur's mouth, invading Arthur's personal space, trying to twine his tail with Arthur's, and, possibly the most outrageous of all, nipping at his ears). The orange tabby known as Eames was insufferable and Arthur's black ears were already pressed flat against his head in extreme annoyance, tail flicking irately just thinking about it. It was going to be another long day.
Arthur left his apartment nearly two hours later (having brushed his teeth, brushed his tail to smooth it out, giving it a few licks on the more stubborn hairs, tried his best to groom behind his ears after slicking his hair back, and filing his nails down to a more suitable length after having grown more during his sleep as usual), and wrapped his coat tighter to him against the cold, bitter air. He wrapped his tail around his waist, not wanting it to bump into anyone else's (as a few often did to him as he moved through the throngs of other early workers) and ended up giving a cab up to a mother trying to handle her two kittens (one screeching in her arms, causing Arthur's ears to press flatly against his head to block out the painful loudness).
By the time he finally got a cab and arrived at the building they had rented, Arthur was later than he normally liked being but was grateful to see only Yusuf there. He was sleeping, attached to one of the PASIV units. Arthur went and checked the clock and settings after removing his bag and coat. Ears twitching as he silently moved away from Yusuf he went to go check the heat, turning it down slightly as it beginning to make him hot and he had only been in for two minutes.