Trouble Walking [Open]

The sky was still dark when Alistair awoke, anxious and ill at ease. He had not been summoned by Macavity in over a week, and the worry was burrowed stubbornly in the corner of his mind. There was definitely no chance of him getting back to sleep, so he pulled himself out of bed and began making his way through the halls. There were a fair amount of Henches still mingling, and though he smiled at each of them, only half acknowledged him in return. All of them, however, seemed to be either involved in a conversation already, or preoccupied with thoughts that he did not think he should interrupt, so he kept to himself as he headed toward the exit.

As much as he tried to keep it back, his worries fought for his attention. Was it a bad thing that he had not heard from Macavity recently? There was nobody else who could do what he did, he was sure of it. Perhaps it was only a lull, perhaps there had simply been nobody who needed his brand of interrogation. Yes, that had to be it. Spirits a bit brighter, he pushed his way out the door. It was only a short walk before he was behind the building - which was usually quite clear of cats.

Except there was definitely a cat in the vicinity, and they were hiding themselves. And at this hour, that raised some red flags for Alistair. He took a moment to glance around, his gaze ultimately landing on a fence post and the tom propped up against it. "Everla- Admetus?" He hustled closer and confirmed that it was, indeed, Macavity's son, and he seemed very injured. He crouched down near him. "What on earth?"

Alistair grimaced but did not correct Admetus, though he found the nickname to be quite demeaning. This was Macavity's son, he reasoned, and Henches did not talk back to somebody so close to the boss. "I suppose I keep too normal of a sleep schedule to catch you returning home," he murmured, though the passive-aggressive tone was certainly not purposeful. He carefully watched the tom stand up, surprised at how injured he looked. Surely Macavity was not in the habit of sending his son out on dangerous missions.

"Where have you been, to come home in such a state?" His ears were burning at Admetus' words, which seemed so flirtatious, but he ignored it as well as he could. At least he was able to keep his face blank. Hopefully Admetus wouldn't notice in the low light of the moon. The last thing he needed was to give the tom any reason to tease or mock.

((I'm okay with it if X2 is!))

a vision of white loveliness drifted around one of the connecting corners of the warehouse and said dryly, "it's true he does."
Griddlebone shook her head with exasperation, "honestly Admetus what are going to do with you? come along bring him to My quarters and we'll see what we can do to get him
fixed up," she said to Alistair. 

Alistair murmured a greeting at the arrival of the lady Griddlebone. This situation seemed to be asking for trouble. One of the boss's closest agents, and his own son, who happened to be fairly injured. He glanced around to see if any other cats were milling about, half-expecting to see Deuteronomy himself emerge from the shadows to join them. Satisfied that they were alone, he turned his attention back to Admetus.

"Your father would not thank us if we left you to risk infection, or death." He couldn't tell just how severe the injuries were, but he did not feel like taking any risks. He paused for a moment before taking a few steps in the direction Admetus was heading. He would not push it much further, though, if the tom continued to refuse his help. "It would be helpful if we knew what happened."

 "LIE? to your Fath....." the snow white queen stopped with a twinkling laugh. "ohh no Studumuffin I like my skin right where it is thank you!"
 with a dismissive flip of her tail and a shimmy of a well curved...hip she turned to Alistair and gave him a slow smile.
"well since the Heir here would rather lick his own wounds all on his lonesome perhaps you and I should leave him too it."
then she stepped very close to Alistair and looked him over,
 "we could talk about the first thing to come up." she purred.