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When Blaine sits, Leah actually gets a good look at him for the first time. Her eyes dart from the top of his dark hair, to his small ears and sharp jaw, and she barely holds back on biting on her lip as her eyes trail down his wide shoulders and strong arms, down to his petite waist. He’s beautiful.

She looks back up into his eyes, and a smile spreads across her lips, toothy and playful, even from behind a pillow. She reaches behind and grabs her tail, bringing it round her body and showing it off by holding it out to him.

“Meow!” Her whole body wiggles in anticipation.

Blaine sees her eyes wandering. It’s a little freaky how catlike her fast-moving pupils are, jumping across his figure as though he were a skittering bug on the wall.

He hadn’t noticed the feather boa at first glance, so Leah’s presentation takes Blaine a little by surprise. He chuckles, nodding. “Is that your tail? Very pretty.”

Leah sits patiently back on her haunches, eyeing the crack until the paper slips back. She picks it up with her paws, tilting her head and then smiling softly to herself. Though it didn’t help her one bit.

She was in her kitten space, though, if minimal after her talk with Doctor Lucat the other day, so she folds the paper and places it by her feet before opening the door once again, this time peeking to make sure he was there before letting him in silently from behind the door.

She’s a little shy though, and for once Leah doesn’t speak up, instead going to her pillows and flopping on her stomach, eyes watching Blaine to see what he’ll do next.

Blaine is left waiting momentarily, but the door opens soon enough. He steps inside and closes it behind them, observing Leah as she heads straight to an impressively large collection of pillows on the floor. There’s a bed across the room that looks relatively undisturbed, and it takes Blaine a moment to process that Leah could be so much of a kitten that she’s even forsaken the basic use of furniture.

“Cat Leah, then?” he assumes, giving her a reassuring smile. “That’s cool with me. Can I, uh-- Can I sit?”

Leah sits straight up from her pillows when there’s a knock at her door, head flicking excitedly towards the sound. She scampers her way across the room, destructing one of the walls of her pillow fort and gets up on two paws to reach the door handle, cracking the door open and peeking around to see who was there.

It was Fancy Cat. Bright yellow eyes and all. He actually came.

Leah shuts the door almost instantly.

She goes to her desk and grabs a pen, as well as a scrap of paper, haphazardly etching out two symbols: a stick figure drawing of a girl, and a stick drawing of a cat. Slamming the pen back down on her desk, she crawls back over to the doorway and slips the piece of paper under the door, the tips of her fingers visible for a small moment of time before sliding back.

When the door rapidly opens, just a bit, Blaine catches a glimpse of Leah eyeing him on the other side. He smiles. Then the door is shut just as quickly, leaving Blaine’s mouth hanging open, his greeting struck silent.

Did she not want him to visit after all? What is he supposed to do now? Go back to the coordinator and say he couldn’t even get into the room, much less have a conversation? He grimaces at the thought. Blaine Anderson doesn’t fail. He raises his hand to knock again when a slip of paper pops out from beneath the door.

Blaine looks at it curiously. It’s easy enough to decipher. Should I be a girl or a cat? Blaine’s impressed that Leah would be willing to try giving him the choice. Leah had given him nothing to write with, but it’s no matter. He reaches into his shirt pocket. Of all the things his mom had taught him, one was that he should always carry his cell phone, a pen, and a handkerchief. You never knew when you’d need them.

Blaine scribbles quickly and flicks it back under the doorframe.

Hello. So I should introduce myself. My name is Dr. Thomas Dixon. I’m a pediatrician, level four submissive. I just moved into the Pines and I’m still finding my way around here. I was wondering if anyone could refer me to some good bookstores? I am in a desperate need for some new poetry.