((Um, is it okay if Ms. Smith has colored text as well? It's okay if it's not!)) It should've been a beautiful day outside. Ivan huddled under a building as a cat with a gold pouch on his back, waiting for the rain to stop. He had just stolen some gold from a crypt underneath the city, and had turned into a cat in order to slip past all the traps and get to it. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring all of it with him, due to his current size and also the fact that if he turned into a human in the crypt, he would probably trigger a trap or something, and it would either hinder his escape or make him drop the gold that he [i]did[/i] have. Either way, he didn't have much gold when he escaped, and while he tried to convince himself that it was okay, that there was more gold at home(which there was), he still found himself wanting [i]more.[/i] He [i]was[/i] Blackbeard once upon a time, after all. Why [i]couldn't[/i] he have [i]more?[/i] As for why he wasn't braving the rain, well, he was a cat. Along with the fact that he had had to dart over to the nearest building in order to avoid getting wet, he [i]really[/i] didn't feel like braving the rain today, even as a human. He cursed his new cat-like instincts for this, but... Ivan looked at the rain again. It was still pouring down heavily, and didn't look like it was intent on stopping. It was also gross(and equivalent to sky drool/tears), wet, and horrid in all senses of the word, and Ivan wasn't planning on touching it at all. While he [i]had[/i] talked to some Detective guy earlier, which had made him leave the crypt before he could figure out how to bring more of the gold along with him, now, Ivan was pondering over whether to not go to the meeting he had set up with that guy. I mean, sure, Innocents [i]were[/i] in danger, but did that guy [i]really[/i] have to choose a day when it's raining? Like, [i]really?[/i] No, that guy could wait until the sun came out. Ivan needed to- [color=#0000FF]"Mr. Peters."[/color] Ms. Smith, Ivan's personal assistant, stayed annoyed as Ivan groaned and turned to face her. [color=#ffdf00]"What do you want?"[/color] He asked, scowling. [color=#ffdf00]"Can't you see that I want to be left alone right now?"[/color] Ms. Smith sighed and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. She did not get paid nearly enough for this. [color=#0000FF]"Mr. Peters, you are going to be late for your appointment with The Detective if you don't change back, and head to the designated meeting spot [i]right now,"[/i][/color] She said, her words deliberate and clear. [color=#ffdf00]"I don't care!"[/color] Ivan yelled, causing some of the passersby to look at the two in utter bewilderment. [color=#ffdf00]"It's not [i]my[/i] fault that it started raining, and [i]besides,[/i] now that it [i]is,[/i] I'm not going [i]anywhere![/i][/color] Ms. Smith let out another sigh, then came up with an idea she'd [i]knew[/i] she'd regret. [color=#0000FF]"...Do you want me to carry you there?"[/color] She asked, looking like she wanted to die. [color=#0000FF]"My umbrella will shelter the both of us from the rain, and you can stay in my arms while we're-"[/color] [color=#ffdf00][i]"Yes, please!"[/i][/color] Ivan suddenly exclaimed, cutting off Ms. Smith and leaping into her arms. Ms. Smith looked at the grown man in a cat's body for a bit, already deeply regretting her life choices. Then she just sighed again. [color=#0000FF][i]"Alright, let's go,"[/i][/color] She monotoned with dead eyes, then started walking over to the location The Detective was waiting for them at. When they arrived at the hotel, and then later, at the door of its boardroom, Ms. Smith noticed that Ivan was now sleeping and purring in her arms. [color=#0000FF]"Mr. Peters, it's time for you to meet The Detective,"[/color] She said in a loud tone, causing Ivan to wake up abruptly. [color=#ffdf00]"Aww, but I-"[/color] Ivan looked up to see Ms. Smith boring a hole into him with her glare. [color=#ffdf00]"...Fine, fine,"[/color] He said, then jumped out of her arms and was back in his human form in four seconds. Ms. Smith was then about to tell Ivan to just knock on the door when- [color=#ffdf00]"HEY, I'M HERE!"[/color] Ivan yelled, thrusting the door open and stepping inside. [color=#ffdf00]"You said you wanted to meet with me?"[/color] [color=#0000FF]"..."[/color] Ms. Smith facepalmed. She [i]really[/i] wasn't getting paid nearly enough for this.