~Maya~
Turning my gaze to Cyclops, I snicker; he reminds me of a tiny kitten cub--his tail wagging back and forth, then his tongue hanging out, moving every which way--as he stalks Clay's tail.
"Thanks," I say after it is mostly cleaned up off the table, but my pants are soaked. I stand up when Clay grabs Cyclops, and my heart nearly stops, but he merely picks him up by the scruff of his neck. Cyclops swipe furiously at the air when Clay dumps my kitten on the couch before earning a smacked nose from Cyclops, who hisses at him. I shake my head at the weird sight. "I'm going to change my pants," I sigh, looking down at them; they are drenched.
"Go," Keegan chuckles, "I will clean this mess up and make sure Clay doesn't eat your cat." I nervously glance at Cyclops to find him now between
