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[orions_shadow]

'Matty'...

Shadow was napping in the bar, as he often did when he wasn't harrassing officers with stupid questions, or trying to find something interesting to do, like playing in the Jeffreries, when he suddenly lifts his head. Animals and their hearing, his ears are twitching, rotating to zero in on something before he hears something again, jerking to his feet and heading for the door.

He stands in the door, awkwardly bumps into someone walking into the bar and starts heading out into the hall.

Again, the voice calls out his name.

"Mom?" He finally calls back, coming to a fork in the halls, he looks in either direction.

"Where are you?"

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[orions_shadow]

He didn't know what that means. No, he takes the twist and ends up on his back, the breath knocked out of him. That doesn't stop him from gripping his claws into Cat's shoulder with his claws to prevent such an escape and swinging his other paw out at the mutant's face.

[so_vain]

Cat cried out and avoided the paw. But it was entirely by accident as he was looking round at his shoulder and trying to get out from Shadow's claws without ripping the material. "You've ruined my suit!"

Which was, of course, the most important thing.

He took a leaf out of Lister's fighting style, and went for a head butt.

[orions_shadow]

A headbutt probably would have worked on a human, but a lion? A super powered lion? He had endurance and pain tolerance. He released Cat's suit only to try and grab the catman around the neck with his muscular leoine arms.

"Good! It's ugly anyway!"

[so_vain]

Now Cat was really annoyed. "You have no style," he complained, as he attempted to get away from the lion's arms without messing up his hair. Which was never going to work, but Cat wasn't quite prepared to admit that yet. But he did try to aim some small kicks at Shadow's legs, although this really wasn't the right angle for it.

[orions_shadow]

The kicks to his legs were annoying, and the heel of cat's shoe nails him in one of his middle digits, he releases him, snarling and dropping to all fours.

"Who needs style? Style is for girls!" Okay so he still had a little bit of that naive 'boys vs girls' mentality. Sue him.

[so_vain]

"And cats." Cat was back on his feet. From here he could look big. "I'm naturally cool." He straightened his suit, worrying over the creases. Why had he left his portable iron in his room?

[orions_shadow]

"Puh. Naturally a tool." The young cat snorts, going to lick his paw and groom himself, not realizing that in doing so he's basically mirroring Cat preening his coat.

"You're the one getting up in my grills, tryin' to trick me. That's not cool."

[so_vain]

"I'm not trying to trick you." He pulled a comb out of his pocket and worked on putting his hair back in place. "I was not helping you. I don't help anyone."