Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	Emma Frost is currently settled over and getting ready for bed. She's spent the last three days reviewing business reports while everyone else is trapsizing with the aliens and dinosaurs or whatever it is going on. But it's the start of the summer season, and that means that all of the consumers will be spending huge amounts of money. There's profit to be had.     And so, Emma Grace Frost sits, hums, and reviews a few more notes, sends off an email with marching orders to her underlings, then goes to shut down her laptop to go grab some brandy
Sharon Smith	If Emma remembers the story of Goldilox and the three bears, Catseye seemed to be re-creating it. The little catburgler was sitting in the middle of Emma's oversized bed. How Sharon managed to get in was a lingering question. Her intentions were also somewhat confusing. The main object of her burglery was apparently towels, lots of towels, and, of coarse, the fluffiest white robe she could find. Noone really needed that many towels to dry off with after a shower, but it seemed to give her a mummy motif to add to her heist/Goldilox plot renditions. "Why is your bed so big?" she asks. "You must roll a lot when you sleep." she reasons, as she lay back to mimic a dramatic roll from one end of the bed to the other.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost just blinks over at Sharon, "Why, hello there Catseye. How.. Did you get here?" That's not the best question to ask the cat-mutant. If Catseye could even explain her route and logic. Emma's alsos urprised that Catseye knows where she lives. "And what has drawn you to decide to come all the way out here? The lcothing can hardly be as interesting." She would fold her hands together and go to pick out a small glass, and move to fill it with brandy.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith lifts her chin and smiles. "It's a secret!" she claims proudly. Its very possible she might have scaled the building to get to the high-rise penthouse, but most likely she meandered in as a small black cat. For some reason, cute fuzzy felines drew very little suspicion. Even when caught, they usually were met with little more than an 'awe how cute,' or at worse a semi-annoyed 'shoo!' Catseye sat up on the edge of the bed. "No, your clothes are kind of boring" she admits. Apparently Sharon had already completed her investigation of Emma's wardrobe. Hopefully she left it in a semi-organized state, but it was highly unlikely.
Emma Frost	Also there's the manner as to how Catseye got from Xavier's to Emma's in the first place, but that's not something to want to trifle with now. "Well, thank you?" That's not something Emma's ever had someone say about her attire. Also probably for thte best. Her outfits were hideously expensive after all and they weren't the sort of things one could snap thier fingers and reproduce overnight. Going to lightly try and scritch Sharon behind the ears.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith looks up at the reaching hand. Her human ears were well protected by the towel wrapped around her head. She immediately misinterprets the gesture. "Do you want your towels back?" she asks, opening her robe to start unraveling some of the many towel layers from her frame. It was odd to find that Sharon was most dressed after taking a shower. Perhaps the stereotype of cats and water is true for Catseye.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would shake her head over, "No, I'll have them cleaned in the morning. It's fine to just leave them. Unless you want to keep them." She's seen the extremes that Catseye goes to to make a pillow fort after all. "And I do hope you enjoyed it."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith still finds it amusing to deposite the large quantity of towels on Emma's lap. The size of the pile turns out to be quite impressive, especially when topped off by the bulky white robe. "I'll just find new ones." Catseye decides. Towels are hardly a scarse comodity, and they are rarely guarded. The purple haired girl tilted her head to inspect Emma, shortly deciding to usurp a tile from the pile to comically lay it over the other woman's head. It was a simple, juvinile gesture that was enough to get a giggle from the culprit.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would sigh over then and shake her head, "So, what drew you to come here in the first place then, Sharon?" She would gesture over at the girl. "If there was a reason you decided to come all this way?" Yes, cats have boredom based teleportation powers, she's aware. "So how many will I need replaced in my closets?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith takes another towel from the pile, looking it over. "I don't think I damaged any of them." she states, adding a second towel to rest atop of Emma's head. She giggles childishly again before finally standing to collect the mess of used towels and robe from Emma. Surprisingly, Catseye would then break character to responsibly bring the collection back to the bathroom. Sure, they were still very carelessly tossed on the floor, but it was still an oddly nice gesture for her to bring them back where they belonged. "Maybe I wanted to see you!" she answered
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to shake her head, "Well, I suppoes you can say you just wanted to. You could have waited fro me to come back to Xavier's." SHe's at least mildly amused that Sharon came out here. "I didn't think I was that important to you however, so thank you."
Sharon Smith	The purple hair girl sits on Emma's lap, narrowing her eyes as she leers in close. "You were taking too long!" she accused before sitting upright again. "Well... if you are glad, perhaps I will sneak in more often." she beams with a smirk.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would sigh, "Well, if you insist." She would let the girl settle in agaisnt her. "I'm glad for the company. I'm just surprised over at it. I am glad that you decided to come here however."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith leans against her. Luckily, she didn't weigh too terribly much in that form, but it was still more than the smaller feline counterpart she generally strolled around as "Good." she states. "But why are you glad? What did I bring you?" she interrogates idley.