fandomtownies | Outside the MHA Complex- Early Saturday Morning

It had been a long restless night for Billy. The nightmares had been particularly bad, though after a few decent nights he should have expected his luck to run out sooner or later. So, Billy had spent the majority of the night at the shop, running through a few of the new beach meditation simulations he had gotten set up. It wasn't a fully restful or pleasant evening but it was better than laying in bed in an empty apartment wrangling nightmares and memories.

But as the sun began to peak over the water, Billy started locking up the shop and made his way back to the apartments. Only, somewhere along the way, something happened. Billy didn't know what it was. Or why it happened. But Billy suddenly felt different, somehow as he found himself standing outside the apartment complex.

Billy wasn't sure where he was. All he knew was he wasn't where he wanted to be. He was cold, it was damp outside, and he wanted to be inside. Thankfully someone had not noticed the front door slightly ajar and he managed to find his way inside, wandering the halls and stairways until making it to the second floor. Though now, he was simply stuck sitting in the hallway. Still not where he wanted to be. This would not do at all.

So, if anyone happened to be passing through the hallway, they would have seen a rather large cat sitting outside flat #3, mewing quite pittfully at a door that just was not opening. How rude!

(expecting one but anyone is free to interact with cat!Billy )

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Even Jon couldn't say if it was his knowledge of someone's distress or his cat radar that brought him up to the next floor. He saw the cat and started heading over, smiling. "Hello, you. What..." He blinked. "Oh, for heaven's sake. Billy. Hang on." He fished his keys out and unlocked Billy's door.

The large Bengal cat looked at Jon as the door swung open, taking a few steps in then sitting down in the doorway, looking up at him expectantly. This was a nice human. Maybe he would have some food? (Not that there were exactly cans of cat food sitting around in that apartment anyway.)

"Er...I'm sorry, my knowledge doesn't extend to reading minds or speaking cat. Why don't you just...go get whatever it is you need." Hm. If this was something that was going to last, Billy was probably going to need some help. "Do you..." Could he even compel a cat? "Get whatever you like, then you can come back to my flat."

Could cats smile? Probably not, but if they could this cat would have as Billy walked into the apartment. There wasn't a lot in there to speak of, furniture or otherwise, so it wasn't long before he came trotting back to the door, dragging a blanket along the ground with him.

Hey, Billy was a man of small simple comforts, and the cat version only wanted something warm and comforting in that moment.

Jon couldn't stop a chuckle. "Ah. That does remind me, though." He walked through to Billy's bedroom and frowned. "You should probably get a little furniture in here. Although who am I to say anything? I spent almost a year living in my office." He went to the closet and got down a shirt and jeans, then dug around for underwear. "My apologies for the intrusion, but when this happened with Goose, he had no clothing afterward."

He looked back at Billy, then picked up the blanket and bundled the clothes in it. "Come on, then."

Billy watched Jon closely. Be careful with that blanket ok, human? After a moment's consideration, the feline gave a meow of approval. And with as close to a smile as a cat could get, he fell into step behind Jon, soon trying to weave his way around between Jon's legs.

Jon looked down at him, exasperated, as he closed and locked the door. "Trip me and I'm liable to fall on top of you," he warned.

He led the way downstairs, doing his best to avoid that, and opened the door to let Billy in. "Right. I have no cat food right now, so you're on tuna for a bit. I'll leave the balcony open so you can go in and out, and I'd appreciate it if you did your business outside."

Tuna was acceptable. Billy gave an approving meow as he jumped up on the couch, quickly settling in as if he actually did own the place. Or, the couch at least.

That was only to be expected of a cat, really. Jon went into the kitchen and got down the promised can of tuna, upended it on a plate, filled a bowl with water, and set both on the coffee table before joining Billy on the couch, tossing his blanket to him. "I don't suppose you know how this happened or how long it will last, do you?"

That silly question earned you a semi-insulted sounding mew in response, Jon. No, Billy had no idea what had happened really or why. Though, admittedly, things were a bit fuzzy in that regard.

But for now, he was out of the cold damp, had food, a very available (obviously) couch to enjoy, and a fairly decent human to keep an eye on. It could have been worse.

So, in response to that question, Jon, you were getting a certain look as your new house guest made himself at home, happily kneading the blanket.

Even if Billy had an answer, it wasn't as if he could come out and say it, so Jon just shrugged. "Well, you'd better not go through nicotine withdrawal, because I have no idea how I could get you to smoke." Although it was an amusing picture.

"Right. Well, I was planning on watching Animal Planet, so I hope you've no objections. I'll try to stay away from anything involving dogs."

Billy lifted his head and looked at the TV, gave a yawning stretch, and looked up at Jon with what was clearly a 'whatever' expression. With a less than graceful flop, Billy rolled over, still on the blanket but now close enough to Jon that he could bat at his hand as he fiddled with the controller.

"Now stop that," Jon chided, switching the remote to the other hand. It was harder to work that way, but he didn't need a lot of manual dexterity to push buttons, especially if he set it on the cushions rather than trying to curl his scarred hand around it.

He found a show about sharks and switched to it, dividing his attention between the TV and Billy as it started up. "Do I need to get cat toys? I don't imagine you can read or anything like that." He paused. "I don't even know what your hobbies are - I'm fairly sure surfing is right out."

Toys probably wouldn't be a bad idea... nervous clawing might become an issue if this ended up lasting too long. Apologies in advance for any claw marks by the end... he would honestly try his best but, cat is gonna cat. But with fingers too far away to bother with right now, Billy settled down, almost somewhat paying attention to the TV, tail twitching slightly back and forth.

After a while, Jon's hand crept closer unconsciously, his fingertips reaching out to stroke between Billy's shoulders, and he hummed contentedly. It was good to have a cat around.

Outside the MHA Complex- Early Saturday Morning

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