@ruinaa.
he fights with his father about a week later, as expected.
that isn’t quite the right word. he fights, luca stares, and doesn’t raise his voice over a conversational level. he rolls his eyes occasionally, calls shilah’s outburst childish, and continues to question his concern. these are only things that serve to make shilah more angry, because the conversation goes nowhere. it ends with stay away from her, and shilah turning back out the door.
he moves out into the night with all the rage and anger bundled up under his skin, all the things that his father managed to do to him. it’s chilly, and surprisingly quiet. he shifts into a cat through the alley, and starts to trot off looking for something to do.
new york is new york, just as all big cities had their small happenings -- he finds it soon enough. simple robbery. a young college kid with his hands shaking, digging through his bag, and a knife held close to him. shilah puffs his fur up and lets out a loud yowl, then a small cat snarl as the robber looks at him. ( he likes throwing them off. he’ll shift, and they’ll shit, and maybe think twice. )
before he can do anything, somebody jumps between them -- and in one swift movement, has the knife out of the robber’s hands and the college student running away with all his things. a threat, metal against the robber’s neck, before they’re pushing him to the ground to leave him there. shilah knows that scent, the way they’re walking. josephine. he meows loudly to get her attention.
