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thoughtformed2013-07-26 06:24 am
icanbuyafez) wrote in thoughtformed2013-07-26 06:24 am
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[The feed blinks on, staring at a strange ceiling. A few moments later, a kitten... a kitten wearing a bowtie, actually, looks down at the camera, managing to look both intrigued and disgruntled. It gives a soft mew, shakes its head, and then... it speaks. English, somehow - though it's in a high, squeaky voice.] This is new, never been a kitten before! It's not as bad as it might have been. Mind you, doors are a problem. They're so... tall.
And it's not like I can carry the sonic or the phone with me, so there might be a problem there too. Fascinating experience, though! I just wish it had happened somewhere I could actually get out... [He looks off screen, and his eyes widen a moment. He seems to forget what he had been doing, and pounces at something off-screen. After a moment, the feed cuts out.]
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[And after picking the lock to enter, she's in the flat and heading over to the TARDIS, hoping the door isn't locked there too.]
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[When Sarah reaches the TARDIS, there's almost a hesitation when she tries the door, but then it swings open just fine.
The TARDIS is as improbable as always, except now there are strange dots of light running across the floor. They have no apparent source, but a couple moments later the reason for them is obvious.
A kitten - still in his bowtie, only somehow now he found a tiny fez too - is running madly and pouncing to catch the little dots of light, legs and paws splayed. He's jumping quickly from one to another, chasing it and trying to pin it down, though obviously with little success. Many of his leaps are impressively high, and the whole thing is rather amusing to watch as he scrabbles along the floor.]
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Her eyes wander the floor, tail swishing back and forth behind her. It doesn't take long to spot a tiny kitten.
A tiny kitten with a bowtie...and fez.
Sarah tries her hardest to hide a smile, but it's no use. ]
Having fun? [A rhetorical question as she nears him, bending at the knee to see if he'll come to her. Or if not, she'll pick up herself.]
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[Even as a kitten, Eleven seems to not have the best balance. On one jump he skids and flops to the side. Eventually he gets up, a little dazed, only then seeming to register that Sarah was there, much less that she said something.] Sarah. Yes! I found these suspicious lights moving all over the Tardis. I'm not sure how they got in, so I figured I should catch them and get them to talk, but they're fast!
They all seem to be gone now, though, so that's fine. [While talking in that high and squeaky voice, he seems completely serious about what he's saying... it's entirely possible that a kitten isn't the best receptacle to hold a timelord consciousness. As a result, Eleven seems to be heavily influenced by his kitten physiology, and won't be functioning at 100% logic or mental capacity over the next few days - running far more on instinct, and not the ones he's used to.
He picks himself up and wanders over to Sarah, much more sedately, bumping her leg with his head and then winding his way around her feet, rubbing her legs and purring loudly.]
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I'm sure you'll find more of those lights soon enough. [The motherly intuition and feelings Sarah's been holding back have come out in full force. She's been missing her own daughter and Bowtie seems to be the right thing to help rechannel that energy.
Once he's rubbing against her leg she kneels down to pick him up by the scruff of his neck and holds him with one hand while the other starts to scratch his neck, being careful to not knock his cute hat off.]
Hungry? I have some food at my flat. And...I think it's time you've had your fur brushed. [Whatever the answer is, she's already walking out of the TARDIS with him.]
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[He looks a little startled when she picks him up, but he doesn't seem terribly bothered by it, and the purring only intensifies as she scratches his neck, his eyes unconsciously lazing closed. When he speaks, his voice is more slow and sleepy.] I wouldn't mind something to eat. I definitely don't need to be brushed, though.
[His eyes flicker open for a moment, and there's a hint of his usual self there, if only slightly.] Be sure to close the TARDIS door.
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You need to be brushed so your fur doesn't get matted. [Spoken in a soft, but firm tone. No, kittens needed to be groomed and well taken care of. Without thinking about, she lowers her head to give him a quick kiss to his nose.
...It's a bonding thing...yes, she'll go with that.]
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[He wriggles a little in her grasp, apparently objecting to the thought of being brushed but still being subdued by the consistent scratching. His voice is almost plaintive when he speaks, petulant.] No, I don't wanna! My fur'll by fine!
[He calms when she bends to kiss him, though, and turns up his head to lick her lips once as she does, tongue scratchy and eyes still half-lidded.]
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Her steps falter having him lick her back. Her ears twitch uncertain of what she should do before instincts nudge her in the right direction. She begins to pur, holding Bowtie closer to her and pressed another kiss to his nose.]
How about a nap instead. You're really tired from chasing away all those lights.
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No, I'm not tired! [This is clearly a lie, as his eyes close in lazy comfort as she presses another kiss to him. He rubs his face against her cheek while it's in reach, purring a little louder.]
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Yes you are, a little nap won't hurt.
[She enters her own room where her bed has been turned into a nest of sorts with extra pillows and blankets. She climbs in there with Bowtie still in her arms and lays him down on a pillow. But before he even has the chance to get away, she's laying there right next to him, nuzzling the side of his face a little.]
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[Eleven squirms back and forth when she places him on the pillow, pushing away at her face with his front paws.] No, I dun wanna! [Nevertheless, moments later he stops struggling so much and gives a great yawn. Then, he gives a great stretch, paws brushing her face again - though just incidentally this time - and curls up on the pillow.]
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After that she's curled up against him, falling asleep herself.]
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[Some time later, Eleven is standing on Sarah's chest, attempting to wake her up. He paws at her chin, then nudges at her face and cheek, splotches of milk still clinging to his chin and whiskers.] Come on, wake up! I'm hungry...
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Alright, alright. [She murmurs, voice raspy from sleep. Stretching out her body she scoops Eleven back up into her arms to carry him back to the kitchen.]
Had a nice rest? I told you, you needed a nap. [And after he eats...or during his meal time she'll start grooming him.]
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[He leans into her hand when she pets him, wriggling happily and excitedly in her arms as she carries him out to the kitchen.] It wasn't bad, I guess. But I didn't need it. [Clearly not true, but he's remaining stubbornly petulant about it.]
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[And she'll shift him to rest on her shoulder, still keeping a hand on him as she goes through the cupboards and takes out two cans of tuna.]
Try and hold still, 'kay? [Time for the electric can opener! It won't take too long to get them both open and served on plates.]
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[As she takes out the cans of tuna, and increasingly when she starts to open them with the can opener, Eleven's purr begins to become a tangible thing, resonating in her ear.
Completely ignoring her entreaty to hold still, he excitedly tries to get closer to the tuna, at first attempting to climb to his other shoulder but eventually settling for peering at it around her, almost standing - with his front paws resting on the top of her head.]
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her kittenBowtie with her ear turning and twitching to the lovely sound. She doesn't mind him trying to climb over her, as long as he doesn't fall over.She places one can of tuna down on a plate, carefully coaxing the tuna out of the can and onto the plate itself. While she's able to get the majority of it out there's still some remaining. Yay for forks! She'll get the remaining stuff out onto the plate for Bowtie, walking over with him and the food over to the table, near a chair so he can climb down if he wants to.
The plate goes down first and then him.]
Eat up.
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[He doesn't wait for her as she's setting the plate down, jumping down to the table, then down to the chair. He lands less than elegantly, somehow managing to skid and fall of the chair. He bounces right back up, however, getting to his feet immediately.
After he gets down, he shows extraordinary restraint by taking several moments to rub up against her legs happily before turning to devour the tuna. He eats ravenously, and the tuna disappears surprisingly quickly, given his size. After he finishes, he licks his lips and looks up at her, his expression both happy and lazy, bits of tuna still clinging to the ends of his whiskers.]
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She stands to watch him for a few moments before leaving him quickly to grab a washcloth and soft brush. By the time she gets back he's chowed down through half of it and seconds later he was done. She easily gets down to his level, picking him up into her lap and kisses his head.]
That enough or do you want more? [Spoken softly as she starts to clean his whiskers with the warm wash cloth. Face clean, she'll start to brush his fur.]
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That's enough for now. [He purrs, satisfied, as he lets her clean his whiskers.
He is somewhat less enthusiastic, however, at the prospect of the brush, and tries to wriggle out of her grasp and escape the grooming.] No, wait! I'm fine, I don't need to be brushed!
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Oh no, mister. You can't escape it, not this time. [She'll pick him up, pull him into her lap and start brushing his head first, making sure to bring the brush down to his neck and back.]
Every kitten of mine needs to look good.
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[He continues to try to make himself scarce, but apparently he's not old enough as a kitten to have much strength in his limbs, and though he struggles like the devil, it's not hard for her to keep him stationary.
With physical escape failing, he tries a different approach.] Are you saying I don't look good? And what do you mean, every kitten? [Apparently, he doesn't think to question the fact that she called him her kitten, but at the hint that there might be others he feels an instinctive mixture of fear and jealousy.
Whoever these other kittens were, they certainly weren't his family. Sarah was his, and he definitely didn't want to have to share her. And what if she liked them better, decided she didn't need him or want him? He peers worriedly back at her, for just a moment forgetting the brush.]
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Of course you look good, I just want to make sure you look even better. Besides, you'll enjoy it, promise. [She got one of those brushes suitable for kittens, not too soft or hard.
At the second question her ears go up as concern comes across her face. She can sense Bowtie's feelings, giving him one quick brush before putting it down to kiss his nose.]
The other kittens I might find who need homes too, Bowtie. But you'll always be my kitten, my little one. [Another kiss to his nose and forehead. To further comfort him she nuzzles his face, letting out a soft purr.]
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