Private Log

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Who: Koizumi, Sheska, and later, Lin
What: Lunch and cat-like behavior, which is going to be awkward later
Where: The Police Station
When: Monday, July 26th at lunchtime
Warnings: snuggles

Koizumi had almost overslept this morning, which was very unusual for him. He wasn't too worried about it, though. If fact, he felt exceedingly relaxed - moreso than usual. He started the day with some paperwork, then went on a morning patrol around the apartments and a ways downtown, around the areas where the 'fictionals' were more likely to congregate. Over the next few hours, there didn't seem to be much crime to be had - though there was quite a bit of chaos and confusion. Koizumi eventually realized that people seemed to be turning into cats, to one degree or another. Not the weirdest thing that's happened, or the most dangerous.

He radioed Lin, calmly suggesting that they might want to check the houses and apartments - if people were cats, and unable to get into something they could eat... there could be problems. He then returned to the station, ready to grab lunch and craving some sort of fish.

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Sheska, having woken up with a new set of ears and a slim tail, had been having something of a distracting day. Sounds and lights were fascinating, and she had to hold her glasses in place because they simply weren't built to go over ears that high and broad. But regardless of her morning, it was lunch time, and as today wasn't a day that the bakery was providing lunch, it was up to her to feed the very bemused department.

A case of tuna and a fridge of cream.

That's all they need, right? Well. Maybe some cheese.

Slipping her glasses up to perch on the top of her head and squinting slightly, Sheska found the electric can opener and started it up. Ohhh, that whir was music to her ears, and the smell! She danced a little on the spot, trying to keep herself from sticking her fingers in the can the moment she saw pink flash beneath the top. But it smelled so good! Crouching, she put her chin on the backs of her hands and fidgited, waiting for it to be done.

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After officially going on break, Koizumi makes his way back to the break room, seeming to follow some instinct. He smiles broadly as he walks in, seeing Sheska as the scent of tuna pervading the room. He stalks up to right behind her, not realizing how stealthy he's being. "Ah, Sheska! Is there more where that comes from? It smells delectable."

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Engrossed in her hunt of the tuna can, Sheska had not heard him enter, and shot up with a yowl, tail stick-straight and puffed up with shock. Whirling, she put her back up against the counter, one hand raised in a defensive pawing gesture before she realized what she was doing. Oh. Oh!

"Koizumi?" Ok, ok, calm down. It's fine, really. Instinct and adrenaline kept her tail fluffed and her ears twitchy, but she did drop down off the balls of her feet (it felt strange not to be up on her toes) and lower her voice. "Goodness gracious... Y-yes, of course, there are a few cans in the fridge, if you like it chilled, but most of them are in the cabinet," she says, indicating the appropriate one.

Still, she was very pleased to see him, and more than a little relieved that it was just him who'd been privy to her little heart attack. A low, alto vibration filled her throat. Oh! The can opener stopped! Snagging a plate, she disengaged the tin and happily began digging the fresh, pink meat out with her fingers. It didn't even occur to her to want a fork.

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Koizumi's smile turns amused when Sheska jumps and seems ready to claw him, laughing and taking a step back, hands raised as if in defeat or surrender. "My apologies, Sheska-chan, I didn't intend to startle you."

He walks calmly to the fridge, snagging a can of tuna and a bottle of cream, smiling slyly as he hears Sheska begin to purr at his presence. Combine that and the prospect of tuna, and he's purring right back, just as strongly as she is. He moves back to the can opener, where Sheska is now digging into her own tuna with abandon. He gives her an indulgent smile as his own can opens. He begins to eat his tuna with a little more aplomb, leaning casually against the counter and eating with a pair of chopsticks.

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Despite using her fingers, Sheska is fairly fastidious, licking up every scrap. How a little shred managed to get onto her cheek is something of a mystery, but she doesn't seem to notice it at the moment, purring through her meal. The only other time she displays this level of single-minded intensity is when she reads. Not even games held her attention that closely. Finally she delicately swipes the last of it from the can and sighs happily, setting the can aside and going to curl up on the break room sofa.

The sun falling through the large window overhead warms the dingy old thing to a deep purple and picks out reddish-gold highlights in her hair as she licks her hand and swipes it over her ear. Her glasses lie forgotten on the counter, her shoes neatly next to one another on the floor as she tucks her stockinged feet up onto the cushions. Each finger gets its own sturdy licking, then her ears are scrubbed as best she can on instinct and the strength of good will. Even her nose gets a firm rub down with a dampened hand. She doesn't quite get to trying to give herself a full bath, however, thank heavens.

flop, snooze

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Koizumi eats his meal slowly, in no particular rush, his stance relaxed and his purr steady. As he finishes, he grins lazily at the sight of Sheska soaking up the sunlight on the couch, moving gracefully to join her.

He speads himself languorously over the other half of the couch, still watching Sheska intently as she cleans herself. Seeing the job unfinished, he leans forward over her, one hand coming forward to turn her head gently to the side.

"You missed a spot," he purrs into her ear, leisurely and quiet, his voice almost seductive. Then his tongue languidly licks across her cheek, picking up the lost little shred of tuna, his hot breath sweeping hungrily over the newly wet skin.

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There's a hitch in her purr as he leans in, and her eyes go very wide, her human mind overwhelming the cat instinct for a moment. Was this all right? Was he pressing his interest? Or was this part of the cat problem that was going around? But the mild panic didn't last for long. She was warm, and well-fed, all her work for the morning was complete, and she didn't have to worry about anything. Not really. Koizumi wouldn't press an advantage. And she was getting sleepy. The sunlight was perfect just here.

Her own purr rumbles back to life, a little stronger and deeper than before, and she gently bumped her forehead against his before rubbing her cheekbone along his jaw. She licks his ear in gratitude, murmuring "Thank you." It no longer occurs to her that being so close might be taboo, and she shifts a little to better accommodate his long limbs, curling her tail more tightly about her hip and rubbing her shoulder over his.

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His purr intensifies as she rubs her cheek against his, rumbling deep in his chest, his head leaning into the touch. His legs curl up tightly behind him, so that his feet are facing the far side of the couch as he leans even further into her, one hand supporting him behind her back. His other arm falls back to rest on his leg. "You're absolutely welcome," he breathes into her ear.

He has few thoughts of propriety, and even fewer on the possible consequenses of his actions; right now, he's running on instinct - this feels good, and it's obvious she feels the same. His eyes slide closed and he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of her, simply feeling the warmth of the sunlight and the heat of her body, pressing against his. He rubs his head solidly against her shoulder in a sort of circular motion. After a moment, he turns his head down in a firm yet gentle bite, teeth touching both cloth and skin. After a few still moments there, simply holding the bite, he turns his head back to rest against her, making a small nip at her neck in passing.

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The purr swells to fill her chest as she tilts her head to nose his hair, shivering pleasantly at the love bite. Something in her hindbrain made a noise of breathless wonder at the reaction it could have inspired, were she fully herself right now, but the cat smothered it entirely. Reaching forward, she placed a hand on his thigh, kneading in gentle affection. She dipped her head to take his shoulder in her teeth and hold it a moment, then released him and squirmed, stretching and yawning and rubbing her shoulder and back against him.

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He opens his eyes again, slowly and languidly, soaking in the sunlight and basking in her presence, the feel of her skin and her heat against him. He gives something of a throaty laugh when she squirms, leaning further down. This time, his bite comes on her other shoulder - it's the tiniest bit less gentle, though it's still slow and sensual. His tongue makes an appearance too this time, swiping over the newly-tender skin of the bite-mark languorously. His purr is a large rumble in his chest, which is now firmly resonating against her back.

He shifts around comfortably when she starts kneading his thigh, and his hand climbs hers leisurely, making its way smoothly up her arm, eventually coming up to massage her scalp and comb gently through her hair.

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Sheska shivers, her purr faltering at the strange pain-pleasure of his teeth on her skin and the goosebumps it inspires. She allows herself to sink down onto her elbow as his hand dances along her arm, tipping her head so that she gets more of his fingers on her skin and then... Oh. Oh. That was lovely. The rumbling purr deepens and strengthens, unconsciously matching his rhythm as she lets her eyes drift half closed. Her kneeding slows, with her wrapped up in the sensation of his hand in her hair, and her tail flicks idly, the motions coming further and further apart till it lies still around her thigh. She nearly has her head on her hands now, it's sunk so low.

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Koizumi rubs his head forcefully against her shoulder, purring even louder, before continuing to drift slowly downward and to the side. He eventually ends up with his head resting on Sheska's hip, one arm draped over her legs and the other still playing gently with her hair. He takes a moment to adjust, bringing his chest even more flush against her back, so there is as much close contact between them as possible, his skin hot even through his shirt.

He languidly closes his eyes, the fingers curled in her hair tightening slowly. His nails graze deliberately across her scalp, leisurely but very firm.

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His arm across her legs attracts her attention just enough that she raises her head to smile sleepily back at him, eyes half-hooded with pleasure, which sets her head at just the right angle for his nails to trace along the base of one furry ear. A deep, involuntary shudder runs through her and she twists her shoulders to settle her back comfortably against his stomach with a sigh. His thigh makes a wonderful pillow, and it's easy to tuck her hands up against her chest and just relax. Warm and cozy and he's stroking her hair and everything's lovely. Just a... little... nap...