within the fabric of his jacket is a cat, similarly wet as jason himself who, despite the weather, had knocked only once and waited patiently. if she had looked out her window at any point, she may've seen him fighting the branches and leaves of a tree to claim the critter from it's post on high. he hopes she hadn't looked out her window. when the door opens, feline is presented with one hand while other holds his jacket open, jason is smiling bright, and god, he hopes she hadn't seen ( but with the noise... ), ❝ found this guy hanging out. you up for catsitting, trini? ❞ he's really gotta run, clear within all that hope in his big brown eyes.
❛ would you believe that they're not home this weekend ? the one time i'm around and they've gone out ...... ❜ she's mere seconds from throwing herself on the couch she'd been pacing in front of the entire time ; phone to ear and attention lost on the television on the other side of the room staring back at her. a step taken towards seat and there's a loud SCRATCHING sound that garners all attention from outside. fall through or get thrown through enough trees in your lifetime and you learn to know what BRANCHES sound like by heart. ❛ ..... what , no ? i'm just a little distracted is all , kim ... ❜ and there that sound goes again. enough commotion to furrow brow and get her to peek behind the curtains beside the couch. and what does she see ? WHO DOES SHE SPOT ( in all his heroic glory , mind you ) ❛ is that ------- can i call you back , kim ? WHAT , NO ! its not that ; no my aunt is calling me and you know how she gets. i'll call right back. yes i'll tell her you said hi --------- ❜ CLICK !
❛ ------------ there are no off days for that man , are there. ❜ its EXACTLY who she thought it was out there in the pouring rain. going to have to assume all of that scratching and fighting off the stray branches out there must have been all the work of one JASON LEE SCOTT* ( *i hope he hasn't noticed i've been watching this entire time ... let me take a picture just for good measure ----- ) a pause on her end as gaze lingers , only breaking away when she thought he had noticed HER standing there in living room window watching him ... well , do whatever it is out there. before looking down for one second at her phone and looking back to see he'd left that spot. another pause ; brow furrowing again as lips press into thinned line and lids narrow into a squint. a vain attempt at seeing any further into the rain trying to see where he ran off to next. ONLY TO HAVE THE DOORBELL STARTLE THE LIVING HELL OUT OF HER. ( too lost in watching what he was doing. again , kwan. )
❛ ------------ !! i'm coming ! i'm coming ! mom did you forget your keys .... ❜ door flying open to be met with the sight of sopping wet ranger and the WHAT in the equation from earlier. ❛ ------- again. ❜ ( so that WAS him and that WAS a cat. and he probably saw me watching the whole time and ----- ) ❛ hanging out in the rain ? you keep a weird set of friends , you know that ? ❜ speaking more to that wet little thing held out to her with a single hand ; instinctively taking it into her own grasp and holding it close. ❛ catsitting ? .... i don't .... ugh , its hard to say no to that face ----------- ❜ ( *i'm talking about both of them here. look at the two of them. SOAKING WET. they're like twins right now. )
❛ do you want to dry off first before you run off ? because you've got that look in your eye that says you're about to run off. ❜
@powerswords trini's husband jason strikes again