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Very quickly Yun's claws were not tapping on the stone balcony, and his vision was obscured utterly by a blanket of whiteness.

Katashi had reached down and swept the little creature up by the head, holding it in an impossibly white, clean handkerchief. He kept it out at arm's length with an expression of great distaste.

It was at that moment Auren chose to move into her living-room. When her gaze fell upon Katashi, he asked, his voice more calm than his face, "Is this yours?"



((Haha, yeah, sorry. Bad post, interfering with other people's characters.... I should be kicked out of the guild! ))

((I hope my other posts have made up for this less than wonderful one o.<

And I assumed in the post that Katashi had opened the balcony door or something since he was talking to her. I think she shut it before. I don't remember.))

Auren heard her balcony doors sliding open as she crossed her bedroom, heels clicking much louder than she expected across the hardwood. Something made her wonder what was wrong. Katashi's presence she could tell but else was there? Auren rounded the corner, stepped down into the living room, and stopped sharply. She caught sight of Katashi and her questions were answered. The naga's brows furrowed as she walked closer, observing the creature being held at arm's length.

"Is this yours?"

"No. There's a very strict no-pet policy in the building."

Being naga, Auren had very well known, even by scent, that this creature was not simply some poor worried owner's escaped pet. This was not how she expected to start the evening, but Liberation work in general was rarely too predictable.

((Heh, I did say that my post was awful. It was written in five minutes between classes >.< My image was with the doors still closed -- I recall you making a point of having closed them -- feh. This one isn't too crash-hot either, I'm afraid...))

"There's a strict no-pet policy in the building," Auren pointed out.

"I thought so."

He returned his attention to the slivery creature as it whimpered, and began turning it about to examine it from every angle, while still keeping it at arm's length. Yun was twisted fairly roughly about as he was moved through various degrees of rotation and inclination.

Katashi moved his hold from Yun's head to the end of his tail. Holding the creature at eye level, he more stated than asked, "you can speak, can't you."

((Okay. Maybe I just got confused about the door thing x.x I just assumed it was open since they were talking. It shall officially be open until further notice. xD ))

Auren stopped, one slender foot and thin high heeled shoe dangling off the door way as she leaned against it and watched. She was curious. The small dragon didn't appear to be doing anything aggressive as far as she could tell. So why was it here? Maybe she was too far into the Liberation to think in any other terms. Not everything was connected to BSPA, was it? Yet so far his interruption had ironically succeeded in doing more than any BSPA personnel had done towards stopping their mission.

Before the flash of light, Auren looked to Katashi, "We can't.." As the dragon began to change, her words lost their meaning. She had wanted to suggest they didn't have time, but it was starting to look like they did.

At first, Auren had found it hard to watch others change. That had been a very long time ago when she herself couldn't shift well. Now however, shifting was something more natural than running or picking up the paper. She waited calmly as the man caught his breath and the driving wind picked up. The naga took a deep breath. At least her annoyance and confusion were keeping her curiosity and that itching to connect to a deeper side at bay. How long had it been since she shifted? Killed?

Auren tapped her nails, one by one, quickly across the glass of the door before pushing her body off the door frame. "Maybe we should move this party inside at least?"

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Yun happily hopped about the room, remaining in a crouched position pretty much all of the time. It was so pretty and everything was distracting to the little dragonboy. The floor had a sheen to it, and that sent him hopping about and chasing his own reflection for a while, slipping about with his nose pressed against the floor.

His small and happy little smile never left his face.

The boy gave an almost squeal-like noise as the door was opened, launching his light frame through the door. His shoulders and head hit the opposite wall before he scrabbled about the shiny floor, his claws offering no grip on the smooth surface. His wings, once hidden within the folds of his robes, spread out in an attempt to steady him, bashing against the floor and the walls about him as he continued to scrabble about on the floor.

At first it would have seemed as if he had been flustered and fighting something, but with a closer look at his grinning face, it was evident that this was not the case. He was having fun chasing his reflection - just image what he would be like with a mirror. He'd want to try and take the entire floor to his cave. There was only a few pieces of jewellry he had managed to pilfer and a shard of glass he had found.

He was making quite a noise now, claws rapping against the flooring in an uneven beat and sometimes scraping across the smooth surface, scratching some of the polish off and scratching the tiles underneath. Auren and Kakashi were now totally forgotten.