"Irina; set me down." [i]Locust ordered, his crimson eyes reflecting Irina's face.. Except twisted and morphed.. The midnight black bracelet around Irina's wrist then flowed down her hand, growing and shifting once it came into contact with Jack's black fur. Soon, the Näzi cat was completely encased by his suit of armour. [/i] "Unless you want to be cradling an adult man.." [i]The cat grumbled, still displeased by the way Irina was holding him. He, truly, preferred to just.. walk around the place. Being held made him feel weak, as if he depended on the one carrying him.. He didn't like it at all. [/i]