Ghostcat shenanigans

[technicallyhellbound]

It had been a few weeks since they'd started this arrangement, and so far the Cat had, in fact, been a surprising amount of help. Enough so that Charles had stopped being mostly on-guard while in his presence and had even taken the 'puppy' nickname in stride, though he still hadn't really looked too deeply at why it didn't bother him as much as it probably should.

That particular day was neither a Monday nor a Friday, and was in fact a Wednesday, so while it wasn't one of their scheduled briefings, it was a visit that had been arranged in advance, a few hours while Crystal and Charles were at a concert, the kind of thing that while Edwin enjoyed being invited to, really wasn't the kind of thing he actually enjoyed going to, and the others both knew it, which was why they continued to invite him, even if he always declined.

It was late afternoon, not yet early evening when he stepped out of the mirror into the cannery, tugging at the collar of his slipover in much the same way he did the lapels of his usual jacket. He'd been branching out from his usual look, just a little, in bits and pieces, and now had something of a range of shades of those softer jumpers, this one was a deep bottle-green and was nearly a cowl-neck, but definitely less severe than his usual look.

It had been raining in London, or rather it had been misting heavily, and he wasn't quite sure if it was still raining here or if it had just finished, there wasn't the same kind of moisture in the air, which meant that if it was raining it hadn't been doing so for long, and all he knew was that the Cat had something planned for them to do, he was only now considering that he probably should have asked a few more questions beforehand.

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[catting]

A part of him really is hoping that Edwin will only rule out a deeper kiss and won't allow the whole thing to end, perhaps too completely mesmerized by cataloguing this new feeling to want to put a stop to it so soon... But he doesn't get his wish, so he can't hold back the frustrated little huff he pushes out through his nose as he leans a bit farther backwards.

Primarily the latter, he'd said, so the Cat knows at least that the kiss hadn't been all that bad up until the point he'd tried to deepen it. Alright, he can work with that. Next time he'll draw the foreplay out a little more, make Edwin crave new stimulation or give him no choice but to think about what else their mouths can do when connected. He has no assumptions at all that Edwin could be averse to feeling a tongue on him for any other reason, so when Edwin speaks up again, the Cat blinks away his daydreaming about ghost boy make outs, and makes a small chirp of confusion.

"Teeth?" He repeats, then quirks an eyebrow. "Good to know, but I wasn't gonna bite you or anything at first base."

Not entirely true, because he has no idea what he might have done if Edwin had let his tongue into his mouth, but he's pretty sure he wouldn't have nipped him right away. Pretty sure.

[technicallyhellbound]

He narrowed his eyes just briefly at that statement, not that he didn't believe it, though that was certainly part of it, he didn't fully believe it, but it was the kind of thing that he didn't think the cat would have done deliberately, not at first, but he was a cat, and in Edwin's experience biting was a reflex for them.

More than that, however, the actual verbiage of the denial wasn't something he'd heard before, which was why his next question was, "Hang on, what do bases have to do with anything?"

Slang and various colloquialisms were one of those things that often escaped him, they had even back in his day, but modern sayings definitely confused him, and that was definitely not one he'd heard before, and while he'd heard of people 'having chemistry', he doubted it was a chemical base in question, because he'd never heard of anyone using the pH scale in regards to physical intimacy, but he also wasn't sure if that was just because he was out of the loop, as it were.