Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	She's not seen Catseye in awhile. There's only so many locations that the purple furred one could be in. So, after a few other of her normal hangouts have not borne fruit, Emma goes to check the laundry room
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith was doing what cats did best... making sure she got her hair all over people's freshly washed laundry. It wasn't her fault that freshly laundered clothes were so damned warm and cozy! The small black feline was easy to miss amidst the colorful pile of folded laundry. A drier sheet half concealed her, acting like a makeshift blanket, though it most likely just fell that way rather than being strategically placed.
Emma Frost	And there goes Emma to check, having noticed her. "My, you aren't being quite as sneaky as you normally are. So what has you forming your little blanket fort today, Catseye? Is there something I should be aware of?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith 's ears twitched, glowing eyes looking up as she nestled slowly into the crack of two wavering peaks of piled laundry. The cat mrowled sassily as she half vanished in the pile, sinking lower into the crevice until all that poked out was the peak of a tail. The tail swiftly vanished, leaving no sign of the feline, other than the subsiquent purring rumble of content humming from the pile.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to let out a sigh over, and then move to lean in to take her fingers to stroke over the ears of the cat. "Or have you gotten things stuck over on your claws and you're not wanting to try and get them off?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith gave a content purr at the pet, arching her back as she rose to something ten times her size. Emma's hand was pushed up by a head of purple hair as Catseye shifted to human form, finally having the curtosy to use her words. "No" she stated, lifting her hands and wiggling her fingers in an empty display. "I was looking for an outfit... and then I took a nap" she claimed very simply as she sat up cross legged betwen the scattered pile of what was once nicely folded clothes.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to keep on stroking over, "I see. So did the outfit not keep your attention then? It must have been rather boring if you decided it was better to sleep on over than to try and arrange to something for yourself. And were they warm when they were right out of the drier?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith gave a soft "Mmmn" in acknowledgement. "Fresh" she said with a sly smirk of simple glee. "I don't know... I didn't find anything I wanted" she stated, using a foot to push over another neatly folded pile as she stretched out her leg. There was no purpose for pushing over more clothes, other than to simply add to the chaos of her presence.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would ah, "Fair enough then. Ic an't fault you for things that don't match your aesthetic." SHe's long ago learned that one can't tell Catseye to simply not do something, it doesn't work. Or she just forgets it and does it again.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith finally lifted to her feet. "What brings you here... were you also looking for an outfit?" she asked. It was very uncharactaristic of Emma to be scowering the laundry room for a new outfit, but in Catseye's mind, it still made perfect sense. "Or did you come to wash what you had on?" she asked, pursing her lips as she stared over Emma's outfit. She had a discerning look, as though she were debating whether to run off with the outfit later or not.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would shake her head, "Oh, no. I hadn't seen you around in awhile and thought I would check in on you and make sure that you hadn't vanished somewhere." It was always good to know where a cat was. Particularly when they could teleport in the way that all cats somehow could.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Maybe I did!" she chirped with a sly smirk. She cupped her own chin as she considered Emma's tactics. "It was a lucky guess... but now that you found me, what will you do?" she asked in playful speculation.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would shrug, "Oh, nothing. Now that I know you're not in any particular trouble. . or that you've gone fishing in the lake and found one of the sharks there."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith 's shoulders slumped with disappointment. "Nothing at all?" she whined in complaint. "A shark would be sorry to meet me.... though I wouldn't be sorry to eat it whole." she boasted, chomping her teeth with a click. Despite her confidence, it was doubtful a shark would fit easily in that big mouth of hers as well as words so easily spilled out.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would mm, "I don't quite think you could handle that. It might be a bit rough for you. They're all scaly and sharp and you'd probably end up cutting your tongue. That wouldn't feel particularly nice now, would it? Biting into something that's all teeth?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith drums her lips with a fingertip. "I would start with the tail perhaps, and work my way to the guills" she strategized, glancing to the door. "Now I need to find a shark." she promptly decided.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would laugh, "I suppose you do. Just don't mention that in front of Iara, she might want to demonstrate and that would not go well."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith groans. "I won't eat Iara" she promised as she went for the door. She used a human hand to manipulate the door handle, pulling the door open just enough for a small black cat to fit through. With that, Sharon was gone, leaving only a small streak of black as she darted hastily down the hall.