bakerstreet | fell asleep on

No, not particularly! It takes a lot for him to wear out but he could still pass out on somebody haha.

Alright, I'll have a little fun with it. ;)

{Chess shifted in her sleep, freezing when she felt a body behind her. It was then the memories came back, the storm, seeking refuge from...Hook...of all people, except she'd been in cat form.

Well, this would be fun. 'Cause she certainly wasn't now; it was then she realized she felt eyes on her, he was awake. Crap.}

[ if anybody asked? he bloody hated cats. most of them were dreadful creatures, all claws and attitude and they'd never been kind to him, happy to claw at him for no reason at all.

in execution he ... well he didn't mind them. he'd pet one if he thought he could survive it. cuddling with a cat, well, that was not something he did frequently but it had been raining and dark and the poor thing had been a little sad, all wet and rumpled...

until, of course, it wasn't a cat anymore. in Storybrooke? it wasn't that strange, honestly, and yet he was still a bit surprised. ]

I guess it'd be bad form to pet you now.

{Chess sighed, no sneaking out now was there? Well, she could, it would just be bad manners to do so.

So, she rolled over to face him -being sure to hold tight to the sheet she'd burrowed under last night- and replied.}

Depends on where.

[ well she could try. it wouldn't be very successful. would he chase the cat-turned-woman to figure out what exactly had happened, or shake it off as a drunken dream? hard to say.

he guffs a bit of a laugh at her response. ]

That so?

{If she used her magic to leave? Chess would bank on the latter.

Her lips quirk teasingly in response.}

I work at the Rabbit Hole, I promise I've had worse than you try to feel me up. Especially under that first curse.

Well, I tend not to pet without permission. You can rest assured there.

[ he lets a brow lift, looking her over. she's keeping those sheets close, which makes him guess that she doesn't have much underneath. he should be gentlemanly and offer her a shirt. ]

Do I get a name for the strange woman in my bed? You're not the first stranger I've found there but I'm fairly sure you're the first that looked so different the night before.

Good to know chivalry isn't dead.

{She has a bra and underwear from what she can feel, but nothing else; so a shirt would be nice. On the other hand, she was worried a touch, usually she'd shift and retain her clothing...apparently she was in worse condition than she realized last night.}

Chelsea, though most call me Chess. {Offers a half smile. Glancing at his hook as she adds.} You're Killian, I believe. Better known as Hook.

Well, not completely. I'm part pirate, part gentleman.

[ he doesn't have too much clothing options, but he does slip out of bed to find her one. she's lucky Maine is bloody cold and he's wearing slacks or she'd be getting quite a show. once he plucks out the shirt he tosses it toward her. ]

Right. Sans the attachment, presently, but the sentiment remains. Do you wander into beds in that way often, darling?

Not an everyday combo, even in this town.

{She sits up as he moves, even with the slacks it was clear he wasn't a slacker when it came to his health. The slacks were a little jarring though, it just didn't seem like the type of thing a "pirate" would wear.

She picks up the shirt replying softly.} Thanks. I'll get it back to you, promise. {Hesitating, she "bit the bullet" as it were and dropped the sheet. It wasn't like she was flashing him and he'd likely seen the female anatomy in undergarments before. She was fit, toned, but not overly muscular; her fingers managing the buttons easily once she got the shirt around her shoulders.}

As a cat? {Glances at him, green eyes teasing.} No. But none of us seem to have the level of control we did back home, 28 years without access will make you a little rusty.

[ it's a sacrifice for a very cold place. if the weather was warmer, she might have gotten a show. he's not exactly shy, he wouldn't have cared if he had been naked, but considering he has unexpected company it might be for the best.

not good form to flash a stranger.

he has certainly seen a woman in levels of undress before, but there's enough decency in him to glance toward the window instead of ogling. it'd be different if she were in his bed by choice. he wasn't shy about his body and he certainly wasn't shy about enjoying the bodies of others, either. ]

Suppose I'm not complaining, you were decent company. [he rubs at his jaw, finally looking at her again now that she's (sort of) dressed. ] I'm lost on the etiquette, do I owe you breakfast? [ he's teasing, but for once he's a little uneven. takes a lot to get killian jones a little unsorted. ]

{It would have made their current interactions far more interesting to say the least...or awkward.

She wasn't sure of his current "status" within town, her father had once harkened pirates to the sea. Harsh, changing and unable to ever be truly tamed or controlled. A right challenge to a Cheshire, who's sole purpose was to guide people.

She'd agree with Killian about the flashing though, not the best first impression.}

Thank you, I think? {She runs a hand through her tousled blonde locks, sure it's full on "bed head." She smirks at the question.} And here I was, assuming it was the other way around. I mean, I did kinda take over your bed -and wardrobe. {She fusses with the collar for emphasis.}

It was a compliment. You were the nicest cat I've ever met. For some reason they all seem to despise me. [ he's not quite sure what he did to cats, but they did seem to resent him for some unnamed folly. then again, if he ever interacted with a modern cat, he might have found them a bit more enjoyable. the feral things that existed in the Enchanted Forest? wasn't surprising that they didn't get on with him.

he chuckles slightly at her note, shaking his head. at least he's not the only one a bit lost on their situation but well worse things have woken up next to him! he rarely takes much stock in awkwardness, he's better things to do. ]

Then we'll consider me a gentleman because I'd think running out for coffee in just my shirt might earn you a bit of looks, and I happen to have one of those magic devices that makes it.

Well, {Manages a half smile.} Thank you. {Adds.} "They" being who? The ones in the Enchanted Forest? How would you feel never having a nice warm home; I wouldn't take it too personally.

{Shrugs.} I'm used to odd looks by now. {All the same she scoots to the edge of the bed and stands, as per usual for a female, the shirt is over-sized and ends about mid thigh.} Sordid past, remember?

Yeah, but do you know how to work it?

{What, he was relatively new here.}

[ how would he feel never having a nice warm home? well, he knew the answer to that, actually. if anything he and cats had that in common. still, he'd never thought of it that way.

he's used to a look or two himself. captain hook, hook attached, former villain? nearly impossible to miss. ] Suppose we all are used to them.

[ as for knowing how to use a coffee maker... ]

Well I do know what it is, so more or less. [ in other words, kind of. ]

{Most never did. It was a small thing: warmth, a home, even food in your belly but they meant a lot.}

In some form.

{She smiles at that, shaking her head.} C'mon, let's see what you've actually got. Working at a bar, you learn to make even non-alcoholic stuff pretty fast. {And since she'd stopped drinking, she practically ran on coffee anymore. She headed for his kitchen.}

[ his kitchen isn't terribly hard to find. the flat he rents is small and suited to just one person, since that's all he is. he doesn't have company terribly often but it's surprisingly clean for a pirate.

he wasn't always a pirate, the leftenant in him shows on occasion.

the coffee maker is mostly neglected, between him not drinking it often and the fact he only barely knows how to work it. ] It's not impressive but I'm told it works.

[ Swan told him, when she handed it off, anyway. ]

{Forget being a pirate, she'd say it was clean for a man in general. Most men she knew here were horrible about keeping things tidy, which made her think maybe there was something more to him; a part of the story forgotten or unknown to most.}

They're pretty hard to mess up. {She digs around, finding the ground coffee, the filters and fills the pot as she talks.} But I take it you don't partake often? {Playing into the stereotype.} Rum usually for pirates, isn't it?

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