Kitties!
Hellboy and Liz returned several days after SARAH's very serious approval process with a large cage, which is placed on the floor to the left of the couch as Hellboy hands over a sheaf of paperwork in a folder to Zoe - what veterinary records the two kittens have thus far. They are both too young to yet be neutered; SARAH will investigate and sort the paperwork later.
"Time to let you all get acquainted," Liz offers, smiling. Hellboy notes something along the lines of a very pointed "We'll see you around," but Liz politely leads Red back up the concrete staircase back to Milliways Bar.
"Mew!"
"You can let them out there, if you want, Zoe."
Zoe sits crosslegged to one side of the cage, undoing the latch and waiting for the two kittens to appear under their own power.
A darker orange kitten appears first, with a lighter-tone kitten of roughly the same size following. Both have white chests and underbellies, with the first having solid white fur on his legs.
"They're so adorable!" Zoe coos at them both, dropping her hand palm-up to the floor in front of the first kitten. They have both been acclimated to humans and their odd petting fascinations; the first kitten walks on and over Zoe's hand, allowing her to pick him up and move to the couch.
"Is that the one you would like to name?" SARAH asks.
"Oh, um...hmm." Zoe's face picks up a look of intense thought. For about two seconds. "I like Puck. You think it'll work?"
"Puck is a good name," the voice from the ceiling agrees. "But what about the second?" The lighter-toned cat had started investigating the legs of the coffee table in the middle of the living room, keeping an eye on his brother but not minding the new surroundings too much.
"Don't you want to name him?" Zoe asks, looking up at the ceiling fixtures. "You're the one who wanted a pet in the first place."
Puck is starting to fidget, and Zoe lets him move on her lap. The coffee table is not an insurmountable distance away; Puck crouches, and leaps --
-- landing just short, on top of the second kitten.
"I like Lysander."
"Time to let you all get acquainted," Liz offers, smiling. Hellboy notes something along the lines of a very pointed "We'll see you around," but Liz politely leads Red back up the concrete staircase back to Milliways Bar.
"Mew!"
"You can let them out there, if you want, Zoe."
Zoe sits crosslegged to one side of the cage, undoing the latch and waiting for the two kittens to appear under their own power.
A darker orange kitten appears first, with a lighter-tone kitten of roughly the same size following. Both have white chests and underbellies, with the first having solid white fur on his legs.
"They're so adorable!" Zoe coos at them both, dropping her hand palm-up to the floor in front of the first kitten. They have both been acclimated to humans and their odd petting fascinations; the first kitten walks on and over Zoe's hand, allowing her to pick him up and move to the couch.
"Is that the one you would like to name?" SARAH asks.
"Oh, um...hmm." Zoe's face picks up a look of intense thought. For about two seconds. "I like Puck. You think it'll work?"
"Puck is a good name," the voice from the ceiling agrees. "But what about the second?" The lighter-toned cat had started investigating the legs of the coffee table in the middle of the living room, keeping an eye on his brother but not minding the new surroundings too much.
"Don't you want to name him?" Zoe asks, looking up at the ceiling fixtures. "You're the one who wanted a pet in the first place."
Puck is starting to fidget, and Zoe lets him move on her lap. The coffee table is not an insurmountable distance away; Puck crouches, and leaps --
-- landing just short, on top of the second kitten.
"I like Lysander."