( jiji's first few days at saltburnt have been exciting, overwhelming, overstimulating, and a million bajillion other adjectives that the cat can't possibly name. it's a house — a real home, even! with lots of food and lots of people! and jiji even has a bedroom of his own, something he hasn't had for a long, long time.
he prefers to traverse the halls for now in his feline form — it's comfier, he guesses, and lets him sneak into places he wouldn't otherwise dare to go. the kitchen. the library. after a long, exhausting morning of exploring, it feels like a good time for a nap, his paws weary from his adventuring, and he thinks he knows which way leads back to his room, but — sniffing the air? he can't quite catch his own scent. huh. he's heard about the house's layout changing all the time, but this is ... not ideal.
instead, he catches something sweet in the air that his paws start to follow without thinking, stronger the further he goes down the corridor, but as he gets closer, it shifts. it's deep and it's rich but he can still catch that hint of — something beneath it that makes his little legs move even faster, utterly drawn to it. there's a door left just barely ajar and jiji's quick to dart inside, only to find ... a bedroom that's not very dissimilar to his own.
huh. weird. the sun's filtering through the curtained windows absolutely perfectly though, and jiji's never been able to resist the draw of a warm sunspot. so, he jumps up onto the bed and curls up right in the center, paws tucked in, tail curled around himself as he drifts off to sleep. )
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he prefers to traverse the halls for now in his feline form — it's comfier, he guesses, and lets him sneak into places he wouldn't otherwise dare to go. the kitchen. the library. after a long, exhausting morning of exploring, it feels like a good time for a nap, his paws weary from his adventuring, and he thinks he knows which way leads back to his room, but — sniffing the air? he can't quite catch his own scent. huh. he's heard about the house's layout changing all the time, but this is ... not ideal.
instead, he catches something sweet in the air that his paws start to follow without thinking, stronger the further he goes down the corridor, but as he gets closer, it shifts. it's deep and it's rich but he can still catch that hint of — something beneath it that makes his little legs move even faster, utterly drawn to it. there's a door left just barely ajar and jiji's quick to dart inside, only to find ... a bedroom that's not very dissimilar to his own.
huh. weird. the sun's filtering through the curtained windows absolutely perfectly though, and jiji's never been able to resist the draw of a warm sunspot. so, he jumps up onto the bed and curls up right in the center, paws tucked in, tail curled around himself as he drifts off to sleep. )
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