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	It wasn’t the shouting from Amanita through the door, nor the fact that Micu broke its lock, but the pained noise that took Marshall out of his torment. He’d carefully tossed the bit and pieces of glass in his fingers into the sink, as he removed them, but he’d paid no mind to the glass that had shattered and scattered across the floor -- it was only human to think of oneself before others. Unfortunately, as he saw what that instinctive notion had accidentally wound brought the immoral nearly beside himself; throwing himself to the floor, he picked up the kitten, and looked it over extensively. “[color=a187be]Oh, you poor thing![/color]” he says, plaintively.

Marshall lifted the kitten above his head, and frowned, “[color=a187be]Goodness, you are barely off the teat; not even near ready to be wandering so aimlessly, young lady,[/color]” before he held her by the nape of her neck, and cleared the sink out. “[color=a187be]First thing you need, a good maintenance.[/color]”

[color=ffffff]A hiss escaped the mouth of the kitten as it was picked up, weakly swatting at Marshall’s arm before she was plucked up by her neck. The golden fur lining her body was soft and thick, clearly made to insulate heat. Given that the creature scarcely resembled most forms of life on the island, it could be safe to assume it was brought here by someone. It was clearly reluctant to be held, especially since it thought Marshall was trying to eat it.[/color]

	Marshall barely took notice of the action -- help that his right arm was mostly armor, even if it didn’t look it -- as he set the kitten in the sink, and ran the water aside her; it was warm from his own mistrations, as he’d been cleaning his left hand, and the glass had went and washed down the drain. As such, he was free to soak and soap her fur with a bar that he’d procured alongside a small cloth. “[color=a197be]And, just who are you hissing at, hm,[/color]” he asks.

[color=ffffff]Another hiss escaped the cat as it attempted to leap away from the water cascading over it, held back by Marshall as it furiously scratched at him. It was pissed, for certain, and not at all pleased about receiving a bath. Thankfully no glass had gotten in its paw, making it just hurt a little as the tiny feline perched it back at an angle, to balance on one front paw after a time.[/color]

”[color=a187be]Nu,[/color]” Marshall says, bapping her nose. “[color=a187be]Time to be good,[/color]” he scolded, “[color=a187be]I’m sure, after a nice bath, and a bit of feeding, you’ll be far more agreeable,[/color]” he paused to look around for a moment, “[color=a187be]To young for meat, and I’m too incapable of crossing the boundary of human and feline... Hrm...[/color]” Marshall took of moment to raise her upper lip with his left pointer, “[color=a187be]How capable are your teeth?[/color]”

	[color=ffffff]The cat would answer by sinking them right into Marshall’s finger, the barely developed nubs managing to do little more than bruise the skin of his finger. Her jaw strength was weak as well, undeveloped from lack of hunting experience. Still, she had a degree of persistence, as she kept on shaking her head furiously to try and maim Marshall’s finger.[/color]

Marshall chuckled; although, it was almost sad in a way. “[color=a187be]You are trying, so hard, and yet... you arrive at nothing,[/color]” he says, “[color=a187be]It’s a pale reflection of myself. Doomed to suffer in an uncaring world.[/color]” Marshall focused on her efforts, on her lacking sharpness, and tried to weaken the barrier she worked to destroy. “[color=a187be]I can’t find myself a redemption, but, maybe, I can find you a future...[/color]” he says, as she shook and struggled; instincts keeping her focus sharp, where all else failed to be.

[color=ffffff]A grumbling noise erupted from the feline’s stomach as she shuddered, her bite weakening as she started to realize the futility of biting. She was just wasting energy, and Marshall was far too intact to try and eat. As such, she just...felt like giving up. If it weren’t for Marshall holding her up, it was likely the kitten would just curl up, wanting to sleep away the pangs of starvation, perhaps dream of the mother it doesn’t have left to rely upon.[/color]

	Marshall could almost sense her surrender, and he lifted her head with the finger being, now lamely, bitten, as if to make her face him; his fist still bled from his focus on the kitten, and not himself, but the kitten was dirty enough, as is, so he didn’t think a bit more blood would phase her in the slightest. “[color=a187be]You aren’t going to end here,[/color]” he says, “[color=a187be]I can feel your wanting, but, I’m greedy, and no-one can want their end more than I. So, I’m going to steal that feeling of surrender, whether you like it or not. Because, I’m a thief, and that’s what I do.[/color]”

[color=ffffff]Sure, a boastful claim such as that would surely fall flat on a kitten, but, it wasn’t something loftly, nor lightly said, either.

The kitten let out a pathetic noise, before swatting a paw weakly once, missing and just resting her paw upon his arm as her head was forced to face his, only one eye open. It was weak, but Marshall could still see the fight left in her; He’d managed to piss off a dying cat enough to get it to stop giving up, as a start. Sadly his speech was lost to everyone save Amanita, who was peeking in through a crack in the door.[/color]

	Marshall smirked. “[color=a187be]Pissed you off, I see,[/color]” he didn’t shake his grin, “[color=a187be]That’s a start. Now, do something about it. Let’s see you bring that fight up, front and center.[/color]”

[color=ffffff]Marshall would see the feline beast open its mouth wide, before a small spark could be seen, shining light inside of her mouth before a small flicker of electricity tickled against Marshall’s skin, doubly harmless due to the size, and the Light affinity of his blood coursing through him. After that was just a puff of smoke as the kitten weakly coughed.[/color]

Marshall grinned, proudly. “[color=a187be]Thattagirl,[/color]” he says, lifting her from the sink. “[color=a187be]Now, let’s find you something to eat,[/color]” he dabbed at her smoky lips “clean’ with a his left pointer, “[color=a187be]Er... I should probably heal my hand, and wash it, before I make you something. I can’t afford to lose but so much blood, and bleeding into food is bad.[/color]”

	[color=ffffff]Marshall would hear footsteps outside the door make a break for it, as Amanita went to the kitchen to prepare some food before he got there. Mucu just kind of didn’t get the memo, and stood there, very clearly visible in the doorway, looking in curiously. The kitten kept on trying to take potshots at Marshall as he carried her, swatting on occasion.[/color]

Smirking, the immortal simply handled the kitten as one would handle a swaddled babe; treating her with intense care, as if she were glass. He set to amusing himself with her teeny bolts and swats by playfully poking at her belly, in return, until he reached the kitchen. Surely, he would have had to pass by the other patient, but, like with the Myconid, unless they make themselves unignorably known to him... he’d just ignore them.

He really wasn’t a people person. 

	[color=ffffff]As he would walk towards the kitchen, Marshall would smell fish being cooked, as would the starved kitten. Amanita was at work crisping the skin on some trout of some kind, smiling as she saw him come in. He’d also be able to count that there were more fish frying than there were people there at the moment. [color=bc8dbf][b]“O-Oh, Marshall! I was just um...fixing up some dinner for everyone. Who’s your little friend?”[/b][/color][/color]

“[color=a187be]Harliqueen,[/color]” Marshall says, simply. “[color=a187be]If she’s so obliging.[/color]”
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