WHINES AT YOUR DOOR LOUDER. LET HER IN. LET HER IIIIINNNNNNN.
Jason THROWS the door open. He's in his boxers at least, pants held up in one hand, belt undone. A look of tired, resigned frustration on his face. He might've signed up for this, feeding her so often. But thwre was something about the.... he still didnt know WHAT she was, only that she understood. Or she looked like she would, should Jason ever sit down and explain himself.
Same "raw fucken animal energy" as he had, Oliver had put it.
"Alright. Alright. Damn. You're worse than my cats."
The two of which, yawned lazily from the absolutely SHREDDED mattress, shedding black and orange fur wherever they went. Nearly the size Jason was, and double the effort of care. House cats, the lot of them, Annie included.