Awkward Feline Flirting

[Humphries]

The scent had intrigued Humphries. He hadn't smelled what he liked to consider another of his "kind" in quite some time. It definitely smelled feline, of that he was sure, but there were other scents mixed and mingled around it. Humphries assumed that it just had to do with it being in a school: that seemed to happen around people, especially in a school such as this one. Still, he couldn't help but be intrigued enough to follow.

For security reasons, of course.

The cat trailed the scent throughout the halls, weaving in and out from between legs with the practiced ease of a longtime feline traveler. Soon enough, however, he found himself standing in front of the teacher's lounge. Interesting came immediately to mind. The cat flicked his tail around himself, studying the door. No kitty door yet; he could've sworn he'd put in for that. He'd have to wait for someone to come in. Well, that or...

The things he did for curiosity some time. The cat shifted position, licked his lips, and then started meowing, taking breaks every once in a while to scratch at the door. Yes, there were times when he seriously missed having opposable thumbs.

Sorcha Adams

[Sorcha Adams]

The Teacher's Lounge had turned out to be a good place to... well, lounge. It was usually relatively quiet with only a few individuals rotating in and out every now and again between classes. It also proved to be one space that kept Sorcha safe from the students, particularly the more troublesome, much too outright-flirty students that liked to test her limits and push her buttons. She knew it was no secret that she was a shameless flirt herself, but she had very hard lines that she did not cross when it came to students, especially underage students. Unfortunately some of them figured it out and seemed to take it as a challenge.

And so when she wasn't holed up in her room during her periods of preferred alone-time, she'd taken to haunting the Lounge for a few hours at a time, selfishly and unabashedly hogging the small couch for herself (unless someone complained too loudly) and half-watching whatever had been put on the TV in between small cat naps during the times the room was relatively abandoned.

She was just starting to slide down in her seat in a half-asleep daze when a rather unexpected sound caught her attention over the drone of the television. Blinking slowly she tilted her head to listen for the noise again, not entirely sure that it hadn't been her imagination starting to act up as she dozed. The sort of soft static of the scratching was largely drowned out by the commercial that was rolling but the following, rather pitiful meow cut through the noise effectively enough.

Turning her attention to the door she let the noisy creature continue to meow two or three more times before deciding to get up and let the thing in. She knew very well that cats didn't like closed doors and that once one was opened they often lost interest and continued about their business. Getting up to let the thing in was an awful lot of effort just for it to turn around and trot off, but she knew just as well that it could very well continue to make noise for hours if it really wanted to and that was far more of an inconvenience.

"Alright, alright I hear you, ya pitiful thing," she called and she hoisted her lazy self off the couch and made her her way to the door. "There we go, obstacle overcome," she stated once she'd opened the door and looked down to see exactly who it was that has interrupted her almost-nap.

The cat certainly had a unique face, definitely unconventional and a little odd, but not entirely unappealing despite itself. Like one of those little bug-eyed dogs that were so ugly that people couldn't help but think them cute. She stepped aside to offer the memorable-looking creature access to the room if it decided it wanted to come in. "You'd think a place with cats would invest in some pet doors to avoid these issues."

[Humphries]

Oh joy, how Humphries simply loved to be called a pitiful thing. Sometimes he did suppose he deserved it, but about now he was tempted to utilize his device and start correcting the young woman on the other side. Her voice was vaguely familiar, but Humphries could not quite place it. When she opened the door he would get a better view, and that should allow him to better make his judgment.

door opened, and Humphries looked up. Young, certainly, but not a student, not even the youngest staff member by a good deal. Humphries blinked, hesitating a moment before taking advantage of the offer to enter the room.

"indeed, you would think that as we hire at least one feline staff member we would put it into consideration," the device attached to Humphries' neck spoke in its usual semi-robotic British posturing. The cat kept going, leaping onto one of the provided couches and turning. "Many thanks for opening the door for me. It is one of those few times when I regret forsaking thumbs," he let out a slight purr at that, before curling his tail around himself. All the while, the cat watched, intrigued as to why this lady had her particular smell (though he was fairly certain he knew), and whether she was savvy enough to ascertain his identity.