The Kelvic continues to tug on the man's loose clothing, only letting go when he begins to to move. Her eyes follow him, and soon she is following too. Still attached to him by the annoying length of material connected to her collar. She calms slightly, thinking he was going to a cupboard to pull out her blanket. The flaws in her logic were clearly lost on the kitten. Ego centric as she was, everything any anything that mattered to her was in her immediate vicinity at all times. And vice versa - only the things in her immediate vicinity mattered to her. By this logic, Kalina's blanket should have always been in the room, just ready to whip out at any point she thought about it. Her tail flicks occasionally as she watches the man, straining to see what he was fiddling with. At one point, mewling, she jumps up onto her back legs and, falling forward a little, rests her front paws on the man's thigh. Now she had a clearer view. Sniffing, she stretches as far as possible, intrigues as to what she was smelling. Mewling again, she drops to the ground and takes a step back, having lost her footing and balance when her owner crouches down beside her. Stepping forward once again, she dips her head, eyeing the odd object in Marcus' hand for a few moments before padding forward more to sniff it. Is was... sweet... like nothing she had ever smelt before. Pulling away, she looks at it again, then looks at her owner, then back to the sweet object. What is it? And, more importantly, what do I do with it? In the Institute, food had never been handed to her, not like this. They had only ever been chucked onto the floor of her cage. But they were slabs of meat. And, on occasion, plates of human food. Never... this. Eventually, Kalina leans forward once again and, sticking out her tongue, licks it. Yup. Sweet. She hesitantly opens her jaw and nips at the object, not surprised at how easily her teeth sank into it. She was getting better at judging things without having to use her teeth as a guide. Taking more of it into her mouth, she pulls it out of the man's hand and shuffles backwards a short ways. Dropping it to the ground, she takes a bite out of it, chewing it a little. No, don't like it, she decides, no longer interested in knowing what it was. Take it back. Spitting it out, the young Kelvic retches, as if trying to get rid of a hairball. Immediately, she plunges her head into the newly situated bowl of water beside her and laps greedily at it. This was not only to get rid of the taste, but to quench the thirst that had been building up over the day. She wonders why anyone would want to eat - she assumed that was the purpose, given the fact that she hadn't been stopped by the man - something like that. It was foul. Then again, she remembers, lots of things that she hated as an ocelot, she liked, even loved, as a human. Maybe this would be the same. The blanket already gone from her mind, she sits back once she had finished drinking from the bowl. Moss green eyes staring at the man, brightly and inquisitively, she tilts her head to the side. |