12977/What the Cat Dragged in..

What the Cat Dragged in..
Date of Scene:	05 October 2022
Location:	Blake House
Synopsis:	A battered looking Thomas slips in late at night. Megan takes care of him.
Cast of Characters:	Megan Gwynn, Thomas Blake

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Megan Gwynn has posed:
It's pretty late at night, and while Megan doesn't technically live here at Blake House, she has been spending more and more time herer with Thomas. However, tonight, she returns to an oddly empty house with a rather hungry looking tiger which has her nervous, peering out the window as she watches and waits to see if Thomas will come home.

Of course she had hoped to surprise him but..Looks like the surprise was on her..

Thomas Blake has posed:
Mission accomplished... almost flawlessly. Thomas is still wearing the black stealth suit, devoid of cat features and moving more slowly as he enters his home. In the mud room he removes his gloves and rolls back his sleeves. His suit fabric resisted piercing but... your average guard dog bit down with a 500-800 psi or pressure. That might break a normal man's bones. His forearms are a mass of bruises. Those need tending. He tenses when he realizes someone is here, but relaxes when he sees the tiger. No enemy then. No more fighting. But explanations can be a pain. He exits the mud room intent on a shot of tequila, first aid, and bed. He stops when he sees Megan.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn hurries to the door to let him in, reaching it a moment after he does. Those bruises, the way he moves as if he's been in a battle..Some things are hard to hide. She blinks and makes a beeline for him, practically leaping into his arms. "Thomas! What happened to you? You look like hell!" she pouts as she gives him a gentle squeeze, trying not to bruise him more as she looks him over, worry in her eyes.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake grits his teeth as forearms are required for hugs. "I can tell you this Rottweilers are no joke. 700 psi of pressure when they bite down. My sleeves kept their fangs from penetrating but... ow." He strokes her hair, tries to get her leaning on an area of his chest not bruised. "I had to help out a friend, let us say. Some people took exception to that. Give me a kiss."

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn's eyes widen in alarm as she more gently inspects his wounds. "Rottweilers? What were you doing tangoing with Rotweilers? Where were you? How come you're back so late and beaten up like this?" she pouts, "Why didn't you call me? I could have helped.." Oh, she's all kinds of upset and worried and annoyed as she tries to gently tug him towards the kitchen, searching for the first aid kit.

"Ohhh, I know, this is payback for coddling me all the time, isn't it.." Megan pouts a bit at the thought as she pulls out the kit. "Well, you'd better sit down and let me take care of you this time.." she arches a brow. "Helping a friend? That's some kinda favor.."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake enters the kitchen and sits down. "She was some kinda friend. Payback for coddling you? That's pretty weird karma. This is not coddling. It is called plausible deniability: keeping you clear of stuff that could be very bad for you and that doesn't concern you. I do it to Mike too. I ned some anesthesia... make me a White Russian. I got milk for it." He chin points at the fridge.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn smiles and leans over to tickle him playfully. "I'm kidding, I guess it's just always me getting into trouble and you having to take care of me..But this time, I'm gonna take care of you.."

She does frown a bit at his words though, shaking her head. "I guess..Not everything is my business but..You know I worry right? Maybe just a heads up next time would be good.." as she speaks, Megan is pulling some disinfectant from the kit, pouring a bit on a cotton swab and gently daubing at his shoulder wound, trying to clean and disinfect it as best as she can before applying bandages.

"Let's see..Looks like you got most minor bruises and cuts..Open your shirt for me, and while you're doing that, I'll grab you a white Russian!" she offers cheerfully.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake nods. "Fair enough. I'll try to give you some warning I may be showing up scuffed. I almost got through this without a scratch." He pulls open the top of the stealth suit, tying the sleeves around his waist. He looks at her making his drink and says, "You are growing up fast. I'll give you that."

"Are you staying for the night?"

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn nods and sighs as she works. "Sometimes I worry that...Maybe you're slipping back into old habits. I mean..That whole black market thing." she pouts, "I gues.s..It's to be expected, given your history, just.." Megan seems worried, shaking her head as she pours the White Russian, bringing it over to him to drink. Hey why waste the good stuff on cleaning wounds?

When he asks that question, Megan bites her lip and blushes a bit. "Umm, I mean, I was hoping to...If that's ok with you...?" heck, she seems to be spending more and more time here already.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake takes a sip and sets the glass down. Despite sore and stiff arms he embraces her around her waist, resting his hands, well never mind... Sitting on the high stool they're about eye to eye. He nuzzles her. "It's not ok. It's great. You can coddle me some more." He kisses her forehead, his little worry wort and she can feel his smile. "I already said you can move in. Bring some of your clothes... or we can keep improvising... or you can keep swiping my robe." He rests his chin on her shoulder, maybe leaning a little too heavily on her slim form.

"I really was doing this to help a friend. They had some bad people after them."

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn smiles as she nuzzles against him, leaning in to the cuddle. "Ooh, really? I'm soo happy! Cuz I love coddling you or whatever you wanna call it." she smiles, stroking his face, his hair gently. "And I would like that..Moving in, maybe more...?" she blushes terribly as she says that, nodding absent mindedly at his next comment..

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake settles in as well. Not completely as that would likely end up flattening her. He takes another sip of the drink she made. "Definitely more... just not tonight." He gets up giving the bandages on his arms ... oh shoulder too? He thought he felt something graze him. "I need some sleep right now. But your company is always nice." He heads to the sleeping area, his hand engulfing hers, tugging her along.