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I thought that was my line.

[ Well, that got her attention. Selina pauses her search, turning around the face the other woman. ]

Is it now?

I'm not Spiderman, but I have my moments of obnoxiousness.

I take it you're looking for a literal cat?

Never speak of it, but I actually don't mind the whole quippy webslinger thing. It makes things more fun, even when it's a headache.

[ She turns around, starting down the hallway slowly. ] My cat. My big, dumb, stubborn cat who just had kidney stones removed the other day. He ran off and I can't find him anywhere. Ugh. Come on, Otto, where are you?

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I would never dream to encourage him by passing on that information.

[Jen is going to follow, looking around because two set of eyes is better than one.] Sounds like a bad time for Otto to go walk about. Poor kid.

Um, hi? Do I know you?

Please don't.

[ It's a long hallway, each door set back from the path in its own little alcove; lots of places for a cat to take a little nap but not a whole lot of places to hide. Selina makes it about half of the way down the hall, then turns, genuinely upset. That's not something that happens to often. ]

He wanders, it's what he does and he always comes back, but he's getting older and he's staying in a lot more and more. He's been missing since this morning and it's starting to worry me.

Do I know you?

[ Yeah, that's helpful, Selina. ]

Deal.

[Jen cranes her neck looking around. Sure it would be easy to say that she's trying to get a look around the place, but the truth is there's a whole lot of saving cat up a tree in Jen. And it's weird to seem Selina this upset, so Jen wants to fix it.]

I can see why it would. Does he have any normal hang outs?

[ Anyone who knows her well enough to know her relationship with her cats might peg Isis as the favorite, and sure, they might be right, but it'd be a very tight race. Otto has been with Selina since the beginning, though. He's been with her through everything. ]

Other than my apartment? Not that I'm familiar with. Most of the cats come and go as they please, I don't really keep tabs on them.

[ She continues down the hallway towards the door at the end of it -- the stairwell. She hasn't checked the stairwell yet. ]

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...

[Jen nods along with the explanation. Not being much of a pet person, she doesn't have any reason to come up with any particularly good questions or advice. Nothing helpful, anyway, and Jen prefers to be helpful or not make things worse.

Which means she doesn't have much to do other than be another set of eyes.]

[ They hit the end of the hall before they hear the sound -- something coming up the stairs on the other side of the door, meowing loudly. Seems he's just heard them and the look of relief on Selina's face is evident as she pushes the heavy door open for the cat. ]

Otto! [ She bends to pick him up off the floor as carefully as one can lift over fifteen pounds of cat, cradling him in her arms. ] You dumbass, did you get locked in the stairwell?

[This is a weirdly adorable process made only more so because of the large size of the cat.]

It seems like he's done exactly that. Good thing you were up for the rescue.

[ Meet Otto: Siamese. Loud. Pushy, but generally well-meaning, which he and his owner have in common, seeing as there's a reason why he's fifteen pounds of cat.

Selina gives him a quick once over, making sure he's all in one piece, before pulling him against her chest as she carries him slowly back towards the apartment. ]

I'm just glad he didn't get stuck somewhere. Ugh, you butthead, what were you doing in there? Did you follow the guy down the hall with the bike?

[ Excuse her just a moment, Jen, this is clearly a very important conversation. ]

[Jen trails along, not being much of an expert in cat, but appreciating the big blue eyes and the way he puts up with Selina's attention and care. Also the weird vocalizations are kind of entertaining.]

He does seem like he might be a challenge to extract.

[Jen's going to let that conversation happen without comment because, well, Squirrel Girl is a friend, kind of, and Jen's never too certain who can and cannot communicate with the animals they name themselves after.]

[ Selina can't speak to them, but they communicate in a way that certainly seems as though the two understand each other. Otto's an incredibly vocal cat and Selina lets the conversation flow without missing a beat.

She leads Jen to her front door and opens it, letting Otto loose once they've made it through the doorway. The apartment is small and unimpressive, not really what you'd expect from a jewel thief, and it's cluttered with an assortment paintings and sculptures and other decorative items with only one real theme (it's cats, but it's not all cats), but it's not always easy to tell what's worth a fortune and what she'd picked up for a few bucks while traveling.

It's clear from the state of the apartment that she wasn't expecting guests, but it really wouldn't have changed much; Selina's not a tidy person and there are designer clothes and cat toys all over the place. She'll pick up a few of the garments, drape them over the arm and discard them into a pile on a chair, but... yeah. She really lives like this. At least she manages to keep all those litter boxes clean. ]

So. Now that that's all squared away, to what do I owe the pleasure?

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sad pet plots make me anxious so fyi he is fine this part is going to go fast i promise!! rofl

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<3 I had faith in you, but thank you!

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