Owner	Pose
Daisy Johnson	"So yes, this is the Pad." Day off chez Daisy means she's showing Jemma around the new pad she got for Director Furry, the elusive cat that has yet to come out from hiding. He's too shy about visits! Or maybe just prowling for the best opportunity for scritches. The living room itself is one bereft of much in terms of furniture. It's not like Matt cares for it but the most basics and neither does Daisy. But over on a wall there's a few supports with even a small tunnel attached to the wall. The cat's playground. "I think I am being domesticated.." she tells her friend, sighing, "Not long ago I couldn't even think of house remodelling and now look at me..."
Jemma Simmons	"You know, Daisy, usually it is the human that domesticates the cat. Not the other way around." Jemma offers a small giggle as she looks over the playground for the cat. Jemma doesn't have a pet of her own, due to Trisk protocols, so she has no fear of being domesticated. Not that Jemma is a wild child by any means. "It does look like quite the setup for the cat. About the closest I had was an exercise track for rodents, but that was established for testing purposes."
Daisy Johnson	"I meant ..., all this..." Daisy gestures vaguely with her hands at the room and the house and ..., everything. "An actual life, living with someone. It feels uh .., different from what I expected would happen to me." she smiles a bit uncertainly back at Jemma. "What were you testing the rodents for?" She isn't exactly sure she should ask that question, or if she wants to hear the answer! But then she grins. "You know what, don't answer that and--" It's right when the cat decides to 'attack', prowling from under a sofa to tap Jemma's foot with a small paw.
Jemma Simmons	Oh, there's that wry little grin of Jemma's. It seems that she knew what Daisy meant. "An actual life, as opposed to the one offered by SHIELD." Again, a tiny chuckle, followed by an knowing wink. "Different from Skye, isn't it? One could say how the mighty have fallen, but honestly, I would probably say that it is likely for the best." A pause. "I mean, really....look at this place. You could probably fit two or three Trisk dorms in here...and even those are shared unless you are very important. Or very lucky that one's roommate has palatial lofts to retreat to." Yes...Jemma does notice how much she has her particular accommodations to herself. There might have been talk about mice forthcoming, but that is when Jemma's foot is pounced upon by a paw. The scientist shifts, but only slightly, as the initial surprise wears off, replaced by feelings of fuzzy cuteness. "I do believe the Director found me, Daisy..."
Daisy Johnson	"Palatial lofts?" That earns a raised brow out of Daisy, expression crunching up a little. "Don't make me set the dorms on fire..." again. Really, that's still something that comes to her mind from time to time. "I suppose it -is- a good place. Matt's place though, even if we share it." she rests her hands on her hips, "But thanks for the compliment." about being better that she's not Skye anymore. The Director has indeed found Jemma, letting out a demanding 'meow'. Which might not be as demanding as THE DIRECTOR himself, but still demanding. Clearly must be something in the name. It rubs against Jemma's legs, then moves between them, tail swishing. "I fed you already, Director." The response is another meow.
Jemma Simmons	Oh, is that a rolling of the eyes that Daisy detects? Yes, indeed, Jemma is quite familiar with the fire incident. "I am still astonished as to how you were able to set fire to our quarters with a bowl." Still...she doesn't seem to hold any grudges, as Jemma laughs it off. "You know that from that point on maintenance put in double fire protection, just in case. With your penchant for flammable experimentation and my known inclination for taking somewhat explosive research home for further study, they felt it was a necessary evil." There is no need to reaffirm that the loft is a good place. It *is* a good place. Certainly good enough for the most discretionary of tastes. Including a rather demanding director of furry relations. It is almost second nature. When the cat sounds out his presence, Jemma reaches down to offer pets. Not to just give them willingly, but to offer. Jemma knows that cats are fickle by nature, so offering attention for who is clearly the master of the house is the best way to provide fealty. "It would seem that he disagrees with you, Daisy." Of course he would. He is a cat.