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[There's a moment where he goes all stiff, four legs locked straight as she picks him up. NO SALLY NO. But otherwise he doesn't squirm or demand to be let down because, honestly? He's not really sure how this landing on your feet thing works and he's not prepared to risk taking a header into the deck just yet. Still, there's a definite beat of relief when she sets him back down on the bed and--

God this is so messed up.

And they really need a system. Meow for yes, hiss for no? He's aware of himself enough that cat charades seems like a viable option but also-- well, cat charades. Aidan hisses, tail flicking. It's not permanent unless he can't figure out a way to fix it...]

[ wow, this escalated quickly. ...wait. it takes her a second, but then it clicks that he's saying no rather than just... strongly objecting to the fact that he's carry-sized. ]

Right, okay. [ she settles in a little, since this is apparently gonna be a conversation. ] Question 2: Tuna or blood? [ but then it occurs to her: ] Hiss for blood. Not that I even have any to offer, but I should probably figure out what exactly we're feeding you from now until we poof you back into broody-vampire-Aidan.

[Wow excuse you, he tried really hard to avoid broody vampire stereotypes okay-- but also, totally hissing. Even in the position he's in, he can feel the itch to go sinking his teeth into something. Which: might be some cat-related side effect - maybe all cats are just naturally homicidal -, but he's pretty damn sure it's blood stuff.

So that's a yes, that's a hiss for blood Sally.]

[ yikes. that means she needs to find him some kind of blood fast, before she ends up having to explain to him why she herself is a very poor choice of a meal. ]

Okay, I guess that's something to talk to Josh about. Or, y'know, pawn off on him completely - it's not like I have any clue where to get some.

[ what? it's true. ]

You're totally free to stay as long as you want. You take up, like, zero room right now anyway.

[Wow, thanks Sally - way to be there for a guy. Cat. Whatever.

Aidan meows at her, more than a little obnoxiously - punctuates it with a tail flick and a decisive licking of his chops. He probably should've gone to medical and requisitioned his monthly bags before throwing in with Gold.

After a moment he moves from the end of the bed and closes in on her, setting one...paw... on her leg and batting at her with the other. Meow, meow, meow this is so stupid.]

[ oh okay, so he's doing the actual cat thing. that makes this a lot easier. if he's going to bat at her like a cat, she's going to pet him like a cat. which is what she's doing right now. ]

You walked right into this, don't even pretend you're mad. [ sorry bud. and yes, she totally did notice the hungry cat faces. so if he bats a couple more times, she shakes her head ] I can't feed you, pal. I, like - I've been kind of lightheaded lately? I think it's the space thing. Anyway, I probably shouldn't lose any more blood.

Is there... I don't know, a place I can get you some? Without totally blowing your whole vampire cover.

[Which is entirely WHY he's smacking at her with his tiny cat feet. C'mon Sally, where's your ~~communicator~~ space phone? Surely it's in your pocket or something.]

[ sorry, it's hard to speak cat :c eventually, she realizes he's pushing on a thing - he locates her phone thing (at least that's what it seems like), so she stops petting him in order to fish her phone out of her pocket.

it's offered out to him. ] What, this?

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[It's met with a meow, though whether that means yes or no is hard to parse. Though Aidan promptly worms around, swatting at the phone and that seems like a pretty strong sign for the affirmative.

Here's to hoping cat paws work on touch screens.]

[ She pushes the button and turns the touch-screen on so he can at least try. ]

[Score. It's incredibly tedious and takes him a painfully long time to get it on paper - so to speak -, but eventually Aidan sits back from inexpertly slapping his paw around the screen. He meows. Twice.

The open message on the comm reads simply: med bay.]

[ med bay. Sally can do that. ]

Here - you lead the way, I'll translate or whatever. [ She slides off of her bed, heading for the door before she glances back at Aidan to make sure he's coming. ]

[He follows: hopping from the bed (clumsily) and moving unsteadily after her on four legs. He makes it all the way to the door before the meowing kicks in. Walking is hard on four legs.

Also they are officially never talking about this ever.]

[ okay, okay, she's reaching an arm down to scoop him back up if that means he'll stop this whining. ] So I don't exactly know how to get there, [ she stipulates once he's tucked securely under one arm, ] but y'know what, I'm just gonna wing it.

[ she's heading for the lift, which is a good start at least. ]

[He's not whining, he's voicing his opinion. --But he does stop, dead weight in her arms and tail flicking irritably as she heads for the lift. If she starts heading in the wrong direction, he can just commence with yowling at her.]

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I didn't just go find a cat to test this on....

man i could've told you, mine tries to play my app games while i'm sleeping

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