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Log: Inui, Akutsu (& Pi)
Characters: Akutsu, Inui
Time: Friday, Dec 14
Rating:G
Location: Senior dorm.
Summary: Akutsu finds Inui’s cat. Plotting ensues.
“Here kitty kitty,” Inui called somewhat despondently, walking down the hallways of the senior dorms and poking his head into cabinets and rooms that had been left open. “Pi?” He ineffectually waved a can of kitten food as bait. The little black kitten had always been more curious and adventurous than Inui’s other charge, and had managed to clamber his way out of Inui’s jacket pocket and out into the big, exciting world. Inui, busy making Juice at the time, failed to notice until sometime later. Which was why he was now searching high and low for the kitten.
“87% probability he’s still in the dorms,” he muttered to himself. The cat couldn’t have gotten out unless someone had opened the front door and failed to notice a small black object waddling past them. Inui really hoped the kitten wasn’t out in the cold again.
When Akutsu awoke for the morning (afternoon), he'd been greeted by a small, furry, black face, and a small meowing sound. Somehow, somebody's cat had gotten into his room and made itself at home on his pillow. Rather than wondering exactly how it had gotten in, however, the first thing that came to mind was how loudly Sengoku would probably be screaming right now if he was in Akutsu's position.
Which gave him a rather brilliant idea. Why not put Sengoku in that position? See how he liked it, walking into his room to find a cat - a black cat - sleeping soundly on his bed like he owned it. It only took Akutsu a moment to get up and dressed, the small kitten watching him from his perch. Then, Akutsu snatched it up by the scruff of the neck and settled it on his arm and against his chest (he may not be the biggest fan of cats, but this one probably belonged to someone) and made a beeline for Sengoku's room.
“Pi?” Inui called, still waving the can. He’d wandered up to the third floor of the senior dorm by then, though there was only a 13% probability that the small kitten could make it up the flight of stairs by himself. He was beginning to wonder if ‘Houdini’ would have been a better name for the animal when he heard someone coming up the stairs. He turned to look, and saw Akutsu, the token delinquent-style ‘bad boy’ of the school, holding a suspiciously familiar ball of black fluff. The ball of furry soot had the good grace to meow when it spotted Inui (and the can of food).
“Ah, Akutsu,” Inui began. “100% probability that that is my cat.” On cue, Pi meowed again.
Akutsu arched an eyebrow and looked from Inui to the cat and back again. Having unintentionally found the feline's owner, he knew the guy was probably going to want it back. Which ruined his plan. ….Unless...... "....Don't suppose you'd let me borrow it for a bit?" he asked, as nicely as he knew how without being completely fake about it. "I was thinkin' it'd be fun to leave it on Red's bed and watch him freak out." He couldn't help a little bit of a grin. The thought alone was amusing as hell.
Inui noted that Pi seemed not at all harmed from his little adventure and in fact appeared completely unperturbed to be in Akutsu’s hold. “Red?” Inui thought for a bit. A red-head that would be disturbed by a black cat... the most obvious was Sengoku, though Inui rather thought Mukahi would freak out too. But Inui deduced it had to be someone Akutsu seemed familiar with, so Sengoku it was. “Ah. Sengoku. That’s an interesting experiment,” he commented. He looked back at the kitten, which was staring fixedly at the can of kitten food in Inui’s hand. “While I am anxious to have that data, I don’t think Pi is old enough to be left alone by himself for very long.”
Akutsu was disappointed, of course, but the fact that Inui wanted to know how Sengoku would react was a little reassuring. Maybe not now, but... "Maybe when he's older, then." He wasn't going to press his point when it would be just as interesting in six months as it would be today. Maybe moreso, with the cat having grown... He picked the cat up out of his arm by the scruff and held it out to Inui.
Collecting the mischievous runaway with a nod of thanks to Akutsu, Inui put the kitten in his left jacket pocket, the right still occupied by a soundly-sleeping grey kitten. “I wonder if cats can be trained,” he mused. A responsive cat able to cause mayhem on command would be quite useful to his data collecting purposes. Then again he had heard that cats were not quite as easily motivated as dogs when it came to being trained. Still, it merited some thinking about. “On a scale of ‘mild alarm’ to ‘lifelong trauma’ how badly do you want to ‘freak out’ Sengoku?”
"They can," Akutsu stated, sticking his now empty hands into his pockets with a shrug. "When I was a kid, we lived next door to this chick who taught her cat to use the john instead'a the litter box." What little he knew about cats said it probably wouldn't be as easy as training a dog, but it wasn't impossible.
He gave Inui's question some serious thought, though. He didn't want the guy completely scarred for life, but...he didn't really want it to be one of those 'OMG!!!.....oh. Okay' kinds of things that a fellow got over in a minute or two. "Ehh....somewhere in the middle. Leave 'im panicked for a day or two, scramblin' around to get his 'luck' in order...but definitely not lifelong trauma-bad."
“Hmm...” Inui pondered on the new information, absent-mindedly petting the cats in his pockets. He would have to do more research on this cat training thing. As for how to disturb Sengoku appropriately, Inui had a few ideas. “We’ll have to make it a Friday the 13th,” he suggested, pushing up his glasses. “Add a few other unlucky things to enhance the effect.”
Akutsu found himself arching an eyebrow, and almost actually feeling sorry for Sengoku. He remembered previous Friday the 13ths... Those were pretty traumatizing for him... "I dunno...The black cat on a Friday the 13th might be enough. Those thirteens freak him the fuck out. He walks in this big arc around the room," Akutsu gestured to the door to room 13, Sengoku's next door neighbor. But it made him think... "Maybe...we can see how bad he freaks, to find a black cat in his room on Friday the 13th...and if it ain't enough, we can throw in other shit. Make him think he walked under a ladder or somethin'...." Which would just be a matter of sticking a ladder up behind Sengoku when he was distracted enough...and then someone else being all 'hey, Sengoku. Did I seriously see you walk under that ladder?'
“Interesting.” Inui retrieved a notebook from somewhere inside his jacket and started writing down the data. He knew that Sengoku was highly superstitious, but never had too many opportunities to interact with the red-headed boy. “Perhaps that could be sufficient.” He could ask around about Sengoku a bit more, and then perhaps have enough data to feed into a simulation. ….Wait. Inui had the nagging suspicion they were missing something. “Uh.” Inui took out his phone and checked the calendar. “The next Friday the 13th isn’t till September next year.”
Akutsu shrugged. "I can wait. And the cat'll be old enough, then, right?" It'd be a year old, give or take a couple of months. "Good things're worth a little extra time, or so they say." For now....maybe he'd just settle for something little. Perhaps just a picture of a black cat. Tucked under Sengoku's blankets so he wouldn't see it until he went to settle in for the night... It wouldn't be nearly the same effect, but he was a little curious to see if he could still pull off some kind of prank.
“Yes, he will be old enough,” Inui said, surprising himself with the firm thought that he would be keeping at least this cat long-term. Initially, he’d only thought of keeping the cat for his social experiments, or until someone else volunteered to take him. “Or we can repeatedly release the cat into Sengoku’s room when he thought he’d locked it shut.” This would mean brushing up on his lock-picking skills, though.
Akutsu couldn't help the smirk that slid across his face. Somehow, the mental movie of Sengoku, every few days, entering his room to find the same black cat there waiting for him was just too good. "...I like the way you think, Inui."
Inui grinned and pushed up his glasses. “I do have some good ideas on occasion,” he said modestly. “This will also have to wait till Pi is a little more independent, but will not necessarily have to take place around Friday the 13th. That could be an additional thing.” Inui suddenly recalled that he and Taki were conspiring to swap roommates. If he could get on Akutsu’s good side, then complain wholeheartedly about Mukahi (not difficult), perhaps that could work...
Akutsu gave a small, amused snort. If only Inui would quit fucking around with those damn juices, then it might be more good ideas than bad. As it stood, though, 'on occasion' sounded about right. "Well then. I'll leave the cat to you til it's old enough." He put one hand in his pocket and turned, giving a wave behind him with his other hand. "Don't kill it with your juice."
“Oh don’t worry, he likes it,” Inui replied as Pi clambered partway out his pocket to watch the other boy go. “See you around.” He gently nudged the kitten back down as he turned to leave as well. He looked forward to what other interesting methods of data collection the two cats would bring. Adopting these kittens had to be one of the most sound decisions Inui ever made, he thought as he retreated cheerfully back to his room.
Time: Friday, Dec 14
Rating:G
Location: Senior dorm.
Summary: Akutsu finds Inui’s cat. Plotting ensues.
“Here kitty kitty,” Inui called somewhat despondently, walking down the hallways of the senior dorms and poking his head into cabinets and rooms that had been left open. “Pi?” He ineffectually waved a can of kitten food as bait. The little black kitten had always been more curious and adventurous than Inui’s other charge, and had managed to clamber his way out of Inui’s jacket pocket and out into the big, exciting world. Inui, busy making Juice at the time, failed to notice until sometime later. Which was why he was now searching high and low for the kitten.
“87% probability he’s still in the dorms,” he muttered to himself. The cat couldn’t have gotten out unless someone had opened the front door and failed to notice a small black object waddling past them. Inui really hoped the kitten wasn’t out in the cold again.
When Akutsu awoke for the morning (afternoon), he'd been greeted by a small, furry, black face, and a small meowing sound. Somehow, somebody's cat had gotten into his room and made itself at home on his pillow. Rather than wondering exactly how it had gotten in, however, the first thing that came to mind was how loudly Sengoku would probably be screaming right now if he was in Akutsu's position.
Which gave him a rather brilliant idea. Why not put Sengoku in that position? See how he liked it, walking into his room to find a cat - a black cat - sleeping soundly on his bed like he owned it. It only took Akutsu a moment to get up and dressed, the small kitten watching him from his perch. Then, Akutsu snatched it up by the scruff of the neck and settled it on his arm and against his chest (he may not be the biggest fan of cats, but this one probably belonged to someone) and made a beeline for Sengoku's room.
“Pi?” Inui called, still waving the can. He’d wandered up to the third floor of the senior dorm by then, though there was only a 13% probability that the small kitten could make it up the flight of stairs by himself. He was beginning to wonder if ‘Houdini’ would have been a better name for the animal when he heard someone coming up the stairs. He turned to look, and saw Akutsu, the token delinquent-style ‘bad boy’ of the school, holding a suspiciously familiar ball of black fluff. The ball of furry soot had the good grace to meow when it spotted Inui (and the can of food).
“Ah, Akutsu,” Inui began. “100% probability that that is my cat.” On cue, Pi meowed again.
Akutsu arched an eyebrow and looked from Inui to the cat and back again. Having unintentionally found the feline's owner, he knew the guy was probably going to want it back. Which ruined his plan. ….Unless...... "....Don't suppose you'd let me borrow it for a bit?" he asked, as nicely as he knew how without being completely fake about it. "I was thinkin' it'd be fun to leave it on Red's bed and watch him freak out." He couldn't help a little bit of a grin. The thought alone was amusing as hell.
Inui noted that Pi seemed not at all harmed from his little adventure and in fact appeared completely unperturbed to be in Akutsu’s hold. “Red?” Inui thought for a bit. A red-head that would be disturbed by a black cat... the most obvious was Sengoku, though Inui rather thought Mukahi would freak out too. But Inui deduced it had to be someone Akutsu seemed familiar with, so Sengoku it was. “Ah. Sengoku. That’s an interesting experiment,” he commented. He looked back at the kitten, which was staring fixedly at the can of kitten food in Inui’s hand. “While I am anxious to have that data, I don’t think Pi is old enough to be left alone by himself for very long.”
Akutsu was disappointed, of course, but the fact that Inui wanted to know how Sengoku would react was a little reassuring. Maybe not now, but... "Maybe when he's older, then." He wasn't going to press his point when it would be just as interesting in six months as it would be today. Maybe moreso, with the cat having grown... He picked the cat up out of his arm by the scruff and held it out to Inui.
Collecting the mischievous runaway with a nod of thanks to Akutsu, Inui put the kitten in his left jacket pocket, the right still occupied by a soundly-sleeping grey kitten. “I wonder if cats can be trained,” he mused. A responsive cat able to cause mayhem on command would be quite useful to his data collecting purposes. Then again he had heard that cats were not quite as easily motivated as dogs when it came to being trained. Still, it merited some thinking about. “On a scale of ‘mild alarm’ to ‘lifelong trauma’ how badly do you want to ‘freak out’ Sengoku?”
"They can," Akutsu stated, sticking his now empty hands into his pockets with a shrug. "When I was a kid, we lived next door to this chick who taught her cat to use the john instead'a the litter box." What little he knew about cats said it probably wouldn't be as easy as training a dog, but it wasn't impossible.
He gave Inui's question some serious thought, though. He didn't want the guy completely scarred for life, but...he didn't really want it to be one of those 'OMG!!!.....oh. Okay' kinds of things that a fellow got over in a minute or two. "Ehh....somewhere in the middle. Leave 'im panicked for a day or two, scramblin' around to get his 'luck' in order...but definitely not lifelong trauma-bad."
“Hmm...” Inui pondered on the new information, absent-mindedly petting the cats in his pockets. He would have to do more research on this cat training thing. As for how to disturb Sengoku appropriately, Inui had a few ideas. “We’ll have to make it a Friday the 13th,” he suggested, pushing up his glasses. “Add a few other unlucky things to enhance the effect.”
Akutsu found himself arching an eyebrow, and almost actually feeling sorry for Sengoku. He remembered previous Friday the 13ths... Those were pretty traumatizing for him... "I dunno...The black cat on a Friday the 13th might be enough. Those thirteens freak him the fuck out. He walks in this big arc around the room," Akutsu gestured to the door to room 13, Sengoku's next door neighbor. But it made him think... "Maybe...we can see how bad he freaks, to find a black cat in his room on Friday the 13th...and if it ain't enough, we can throw in other shit. Make him think he walked under a ladder or somethin'...." Which would just be a matter of sticking a ladder up behind Sengoku when he was distracted enough...and then someone else being all 'hey, Sengoku. Did I seriously see you walk under that ladder?'
“Interesting.” Inui retrieved a notebook from somewhere inside his jacket and started writing down the data. He knew that Sengoku was highly superstitious, but never had too many opportunities to interact with the red-headed boy. “Perhaps that could be sufficient.” He could ask around about Sengoku a bit more, and then perhaps have enough data to feed into a simulation. ….Wait. Inui had the nagging suspicion they were missing something. “Uh.” Inui took out his phone and checked the calendar. “The next Friday the 13th isn’t till September next year.”
Akutsu shrugged. "I can wait. And the cat'll be old enough, then, right?" It'd be a year old, give or take a couple of months. "Good things're worth a little extra time, or so they say." For now....maybe he'd just settle for something little. Perhaps just a picture of a black cat. Tucked under Sengoku's blankets so he wouldn't see it until he went to settle in for the night... It wouldn't be nearly the same effect, but he was a little curious to see if he could still pull off some kind of prank.
“Yes, he will be old enough,” Inui said, surprising himself with the firm thought that he would be keeping at least this cat long-term. Initially, he’d only thought of keeping the cat for his social experiments, or until someone else volunteered to take him. “Or we can repeatedly release the cat into Sengoku’s room when he thought he’d locked it shut.” This would mean brushing up on his lock-picking skills, though.
Akutsu couldn't help the smirk that slid across his face. Somehow, the mental movie of Sengoku, every few days, entering his room to find the same black cat there waiting for him was just too good. "...I like the way you think, Inui."
Inui grinned and pushed up his glasses. “I do have some good ideas on occasion,” he said modestly. “This will also have to wait till Pi is a little more independent, but will not necessarily have to take place around Friday the 13th. That could be an additional thing.” Inui suddenly recalled that he and Taki were conspiring to swap roommates. If he could get on Akutsu’s good side, then complain wholeheartedly about Mukahi (not difficult), perhaps that could work...
Akutsu gave a small, amused snort. If only Inui would quit fucking around with those damn juices, then it might be more good ideas than bad. As it stood, though, 'on occasion' sounded about right. "Well then. I'll leave the cat to you til it's old enough." He put one hand in his pocket and turned, giving a wave behind him with his other hand. "Don't kill it with your juice."
“Oh don’t worry, he likes it,” Inui replied as Pi clambered partway out his pocket to watch the other boy go. “See you around.” He gently nudged the kitten back down as he turned to leave as well. He looked forward to what other interesting methods of data collection the two cats would bring. Adopting these kittens had to be one of the most sound decisions Inui ever made, he thought as he retreated cheerfully back to his room.