giftsofglory | Path of the Lost

It had taken exactly nine days to find a feline that matched the one that Mello had grown so attached to in the dream. It would have been simpler, had he been able to use any pale feline but even distressed as he was, he didn't want to trigger something in Mello that set off his tendency to -notice- things when there wasn't any need to do so. After all, the man was a detective, and any inconsistencies in something so intimate as a dream visual of a feline would immediately cause a rejection.

Thus, during his hour away today, he was collecting a fully grown pale furred feline with the right colored eyes. He returned quickly enough, pleased when the animal seemed fairly calm as well, and he finally returned to where he'd left Mello for the hour, curious to see how he'd spent the time. It was a locked room, yes, with no phones or outside contact items, but there were books, and some random puzzle toys that he had, at one point or another, had an interest in.

In all, it was a leisure room, and he'd taken to using it to lock up Mello when they'd have their time apart. This time, he carefully held the feline in one arm as he opened the door.