dick_the_cat | (no subject)

Riddick hears the mangy cat scratching at the door. He would install a cat flap, but this is so much more fun. 'Sides which it's not like the damn beast would be grateful or anything. Slowly, like he has all the time in the world he leavers himself off the couch and goes to the door.

It just figures. She left and made it quite, infinitely clear that she wants nothing to do with him any more, and he gets stuck with the damn cat!

DtC keeps stratching at the door and yowling at the top of his lungs even when he hears footsteps. Why should he be the only one suffering here? After all if he doesn't get his salmon, that orange hussy's lawyers will get him!

"Let me in!!!"

Riddick is already scowling down at the cat when he opens the door.

"You know if you were a nice cat, and actually stopped plotting to kill me, I might think about putting in a cat door."

The tip of his tail twitches when the talking monkey finally opens the damn door! He looks waaaaaay up at him and cocks one of his ears forward.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever. As crazy as it is, right now killing you has to be put on hold!" He doesn't wait for the cur to respond and bounds inside and starts looking around. "Where are they?"

Riddick speaks slowly. Dispite the fact that this is a talking animal, sometime he's not to sure the stairs make it all the way to the next floor.

"Where. Are. Who?"

DtC leaps onto the back of the couch then turns to face the cur. Maybe the air is too thin way up there and things aren't clear. He takes a deep breath then slowly speaks.

"Where... are... my... women?"

First impulse is to back hand the animal into next week. The last thing he wants is to be reminded about Alice. Damn animal hasn't caught on that she hasn't been here in a long time.

Riddick's upper lip curls into a snarl, with himself as much as the cat. Since Alice left he hasn't done much of anything but sit on the couch and channel surf.

"Alice is gone. She's been gone for a long time and she's not coming back. I don't know where your other *women* are. *They* never lived here!"

DtC arches his little kitty brow when the mangy cur bares his little puny teeth at him as if he's supposed to be intimidated by that!? What is he, a dog?! He snorts and turns his back on him before continuing to search the room.

"I know my Jack-woman doesn't live in here but she lived in this place and I know Alice isn't here either but... listen carefully, this is the important part, neither one of them are where they should be! Comprehende?"

"They're not in the Nexus?" He asks rhetorically.

It feels like a kick in the gut that Alice thinks that she has to run so far, so hard to get away from him. He got the clue. He wasn't going to press her any more.

Riddick's lips press together in a thin line and his eyes flick to things unseen as he tries to make sense of it.

But Jack's gone too. Maybe it's related.

"Where's the other Riddick?" He asks seriously. If Jack was gone, Riddick would know where she went.

DtC jumps off the couch and pads to the bathroom. He nudges open the door and goes inside before bothering to answer.

"I'm a cat, not a Cur-sitter! How the hell am I supposed to know? I wasn't looking for the rest of you!" *He jumps up on the counter and nudges the light switch on with his head.* "You wouldn't happen to have any salmon would you?"

Riddick's nose curls at the idea of salmon. No, of course he doesn't have any salmon. He deliberately keeps stuff like that out of the apartment. It wouldn't do to let the clawed demon spawn think it was welcome here.

"The other Riddick might know where your Jack is. No, I don't have any salmon. Why would I keep salmon? And what's got your fur rubbed the wrong way that you need the girls?"

DtC pokes his head out and just stares at the talking monkey for a few moments. If he ever needed any more reasons to think that the male has no reason what he's said was it.

"Why would you keep salmon?! Why not? It's the food of the gods you foolish, foolish talking monkey!" *he snorts* "Not keep salmon! Ha! Anyway, why should I tell you? You're probably the one that sic'ed the orange hussy's lawyers on me!"

"No, if I was *trying* to annoy you, I'd go get a jar of fleas."