Post by Sherridan Kaine on Oct 19, 2008 0:35:21 GMT
((Thread happens some time before Battle of Washington, with the intention of ending up with Roger and Sherridan joining the fighting. Just a bit of pre-battle fun, so to speak.))
While hiding around in a house built with enormous amounts of money (mostly his money, might he add) but to a surprisingly low luxury standard with a quickly diminishing group of wanted criminals who incessantly bicker is as promisingly fun as it sounds, preparations for important business meetings must be done in more suitable locales.
And for this reason, the doors of the large Kaine manor swung open for the first time in too many years to count, like a haunted house coming from another life. Before he came to prepare for the meeting, he had to come and test the feeling out.
As it turns out, memories crowd every nook and cranny of the place. To Sherridan's great fortune, the house itself contains nothing but good memories. To his great misfortune, almost all of the memories are associated to the one thing that is filled with the worst memories-- his parents. Still, as he walked through the hallways this morning, he realized that he has made peace with his parents' death and that the memories do not invoke the sadness they used to.
All these idle thoughts settle into a homogeneous mixture of wondering as he moves the sharp razor across his skin, taking off the fur situated on his face and neck. For this meeting, he will have to appear as non-mutant as possible, not because the partners do not know he's a mutant, but because one must respect such important people, and showing up all hairy and feral does not fall under the category of respect.
Only in his black boxer briefs, Sherridan takes a moment to look at his body in the mirror. The muscles are well defined, even under the fuzzy fur, and he feels the satisfaction of being aware that he looks great. However, the main thought is that clothes, including underwear, are a complete nuisance when it comes to him. The fur pretty much acts like a tight fitting suit, and he can't help but ponder on the conventions humanity has created.
Finally, the shave is done, and he turns the water off, finding a strange comfort in the fact that the sink doesn't clog up. He walks out of the bathroom and into the large bedroom, one of many, where, on the bed, there are two suits laid out. Both are tailor-made, and exude the type of elegance that says that the wearer does have money, but doesn't brag about it.
His tail trails behind him, enjoying the last moments of freedom, swishing this way and that as he looks at the other corner of the room, in the leather armchairs. On the coffee table between them is a small mound of candy, though he suspects that by the time he has finished shaving it has been reduced to about 60% wrappers and 40% unopened candy.
Primer looked at him strangely when he informed him that Roger will be coming along on this trip. Even Sherridan himself isn't sure why. Well, apart from the fact that having such a skill as Roger's as a last resort persuasion tactic, there is the whole weird relationship the two have built up. With Roger, one can never be certain just what the relationship is. And Sherridan's not really certain he wants to confront his own feelings just yet. His fur color shifts from orange to white with black spots as he lets his golden hair fall like a mane from its previous position in a pony tail, the most efficient hairdo for a shave.
He looks at the suit critically, and then at Roger.
"Roger? It's time to change."
While hiding around in a house built with enormous amounts of money (mostly his money, might he add) but to a surprisingly low luxury standard with a quickly diminishing group of wanted criminals who incessantly bicker is as promisingly fun as it sounds, preparations for important business meetings must be done in more suitable locales.
And for this reason, the doors of the large Kaine manor swung open for the first time in too many years to count, like a haunted house coming from another life. Before he came to prepare for the meeting, he had to come and test the feeling out.
As it turns out, memories crowd every nook and cranny of the place. To Sherridan's great fortune, the house itself contains nothing but good memories. To his great misfortune, almost all of the memories are associated to the one thing that is filled with the worst memories-- his parents. Still, as he walked through the hallways this morning, he realized that he has made peace with his parents' death and that the memories do not invoke the sadness they used to.
All these idle thoughts settle into a homogeneous mixture of wondering as he moves the sharp razor across his skin, taking off the fur situated on his face and neck. For this meeting, he will have to appear as non-mutant as possible, not because the partners do not know he's a mutant, but because one must respect such important people, and showing up all hairy and feral does not fall under the category of respect.
Only in his black boxer briefs, Sherridan takes a moment to look at his body in the mirror. The muscles are well defined, even under the fuzzy fur, and he feels the satisfaction of being aware that he looks great. However, the main thought is that clothes, including underwear, are a complete nuisance when it comes to him. The fur pretty much acts like a tight fitting suit, and he can't help but ponder on the conventions humanity has created.
Finally, the shave is done, and he turns the water off, finding a strange comfort in the fact that the sink doesn't clog up. He walks out of the bathroom and into the large bedroom, one of many, where, on the bed, there are two suits laid out. Both are tailor-made, and exude the type of elegance that says that the wearer does have money, but doesn't brag about it.
His tail trails behind him, enjoying the last moments of freedom, swishing this way and that as he looks at the other corner of the room, in the leather armchairs. On the coffee table between them is a small mound of candy, though he suspects that by the time he has finished shaving it has been reduced to about 60% wrappers and 40% unopened candy.
Primer looked at him strangely when he informed him that Roger will be coming along on this trip. Even Sherridan himself isn't sure why. Well, apart from the fact that having such a skill as Roger's as a last resort persuasion tactic, there is the whole weird relationship the two have built up. With Roger, one can never be certain just what the relationship is. And Sherridan's not really certain he wants to confront his own feelings just yet. His fur color shifts from orange to white with black spots as he lets his golden hair fall like a mane from its previous position in a pony tail, the most efficient hairdo for a shave.
He looks at the suit critically, and then at Roger.
"Roger? It's time to change."
