Hey! For your halloween celebration! :) "My hot neighbour has been looking for her black cat since yesterday and I just found out that my kid stole him for her witch costume. Well, this is embarrassing"
It doesn’t even occur to Clarke that something’s amiss until she hears it: the unmistakable sound of a soft, plaintive meow, coming from beneath her desk.
There’s actually a moment where she thinks, it’s just the cat before memory and coherence all comes rushing back, and she realizes, with a impending sense of horror, that they don’t actually own one— before she’s scrambling off her seat, dropping into a crouch to get a better look.
And, yup, there it is— a cat; all sleek black and amber eyes and staring at her a tad reproachfully.
“Shit,” she mutters, bringing her palm up to rub at her face. “Shit, shit, shit.” There’s a moment when she actually entertains the possibility of it managing to sneak in, somehow, locked doors and all, when it dawns on her that there’s a lot more of a plausible explanation.
Specifically, one involving Madi.
“Madi!” she thunders, hauling herself upright. “Get in here, now.”
A beat, the sound of footfalls growing louder until she emerges at the door, jaw set and arms over her chest, as if braced for a fight. “Yeah?”
“Tell me that this isn’t Mr. Blake’s cat.”
She shrugs, the motion flippant. “I don’t know. I just picked her off the street, so I guess it could be a possibility.”
“Madi!” she huffs, pressing her fingers against the side of her temples, where she can feel a headache rapidly forming. “There are missing posters plastered all over the neighbourhood. The guy’s probably freaking out, and you’re telling me that you took her?”