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Dorm Hallways; Friday Evening.

Hallways to some, yes. But, at that moment, to Chad, it was the great African plains, like he'd seen so many times in Carnivorous Kingdom. He was a tiger, on the prowl. True, he was an insanely cute tiger cub and his pouncing was more likely to result in cuddling that feasting on the flesh of gazelle, but that didn't make him any less magestic, right? Right. He turned another corner, peeking his tiger cub head down the hallway, before hurrying with quiet, padding steps down toward the next stairwell.

[[ duh, open. Come play with the tiger!Chad before I humanize him again, but I might be slow, as we have some company. ]]

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Charlie was on her way down to the lobby, and stopped when she saw the tiger cub. "Awwwwww." Okay, maybe that wasn't the smartest reaction. But it was kind of unavoidable.

Maybe not the smartest, no, but definitely an accurate one. Chad's ears perked up when he spotted Charlie. He was happy to see her and he crouched down, preparing himself with the most nonthreatening little growl imaginable before pouncing at her feet.

"Eep!" Charlie laughed, then slowly crouched down to rescue her sandals from mauling. "Hey, little guy. You're pretty adorable." She cocked her head. "And I wonder what you're doing in the dorms. Are you a student?"

She held her hand out for him to sniff, hoping he wouldn't gnaw it off.

No gnawing, just nuzzling happily, starting already to purr and sort of yawning cutely. No wonder Prince Oscar Pedro was always such a happy cat. Being a cat was awesome.

"Awwwwwwww," Charlie said again, usual vocabulary deserting her as she scratched behind his ears. "You're even cuter than John-bunny." She wondered if he was someone's pet. And if they'd be willing to let her adopt him? Yeah, right. "I wish I had something to feed you, fuzzy tiger. No steak on hand, though."

Chad made a little sound; being a wee tiger, it was just a cute little whimpering type of communication. In his larger, usual self, it would have been a grunt, but he found out he didn't exactly grunt much as a tiger cub. He flopped very contentedly at Charlie's feet as she scritched, thinking that if he wasn't back by Wednesday, she could take him to the store to play with the other kitties a bit.

Melting, Charlie said, "You are just Olympic-level cute, you know that?" She rubbed his tummy and laughed. "No pouncing on other people's pets while you're here, Fuzzy. You might even catch them, but I think you're too little to make meals out of them." She settled in next to him, and then toed off one sandal to dangle above him.

Fuzzy? For a moment, Chad gave Charlie a look as if to verify that she was being serious there, but then got distracted because, ooh, sandal. He stared at it dangling over his head attentatively for a moment, stategizing before reaching up and trying to get it. Of course he wouldn't make any meals out of any of the other pets; in fact, he and Prince Oscar Pedro had been having a lot of fun romping around. He wasn't so sure Charlie's shoe could make it out as unscathed.

Mmmm, shoe.

"Tiger, tiger... maybe I should call you Burning Bright, or something." Charlie grinned, and tugged on the sandal juuuust over the cub's head, playing fair and not yanking it back when he got his baby teeth into it. "Random baby animals make up for dinosaurs. You're much more agreeable than the king-sized cousin who went after me last month."

The mention of the dinosaurs distracted Chad enough as he flopped over on his side to let out a small growl. Or, rather, what would have been a growl if he were a bit older, but, now, was just plain adorable. And then he rolled around a little until he could nudge his head against Charlie's knee a little. More scritches would be nice; he couldn't usual get skritches normally, since they'd only maybe sometimes come from Teddy and Pippi wasn't around to do it otherwise like she used to, so he was going to take advantage of them while he could.

Charlie resisted the urge to just pick up Fuzzy Burning Bright Tiger cub and cuddle him in her lap, but *had* to scritch his tummy some more, as well as stroking his head, and scratching under his chin. "I want a pet now."

Chad was about to think that that was silly, because Charlie had the kittens at the store and he'd let her borrow Prince Oscar Pedro whenever she'd like, and she could probably borrow Nana, too, since Jeff was so good about letting other people play with her, but then there was scritching and tummy rubs and purring and paws padding at Charlie's hand and he kind of forgot everything else.

Just like any other old time, really.

"Don't let the scary Principal lady find you," Charlie told him, rubbing his soft head, making sure to get the spots *right* behind the ears. "If you need to hide, you can find me in Room 419." She tilted her head. "And if you don't understand English at all, and are someone's pet, never mind. Heh."

Principal lady got another attempt at a growl that ended up being significantly more cute than threatening, but still. Chad was still bitter and personally wounded about the plates.

"Oh, you've met her. Or heard of her. Or heard her." Charlie made a face. "I think I better do laundry tonight, and make sure my room is perfect before tomorrow, you know? Gah." She gave up on resisting and lifted Fuzzy Burning Bright Tiger of Cuteness into her lap, making sure to get the itchy places on his throat. "Grrr. Right?"

"Grrrrrr," Chad agreed, although, really, it came out as more of a "purrrrr" because of the scritching and the comfortable lap and kitty goodness. Yeah. He could definitely be okay with this kitty thing...

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