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The chaos of previous months was all but... gone. The house was usually silent now, no explosions, no running around, no screaming, no having to chase down his assistants and no having to tell his house keeper not to bloody well throw his coffee down the drain - it was not cold, it was room temperature, damnit! All in all, despite the fact that at the time he'd wanted nothing more than to get rid of them all, the moment they'd had to leave (not by his doing, ironicaly enough), the koshka felt... lonely. Dolçe, whom had been his only companion before those girls had arrived, no longer seemed to be enough, and Melvin was loath to admit to it, but honestly, he was doing a poor piss job at handling the large mansion of a house, his work and himself.

After waking up slumped over his work table, absolutely famished, he had decided enough was enough. He submitted an ad to the newspaper, promising a warm ceiling, food but scarce pay to whomever offered themselves up as his housekeeper. If the managed to double over a lab assistant, he'd throw in a bonus too. Unsurprisingly, no one had gotten back to him yet, and it'd been several days since the damned ad had been up. Growing slightly restless, he'd gone about his days tiredly, going through the same routine of working, trying to remind himself to eat, working some more and then collapsing over the work table. That day, he'd woken up with ink smeared over the pale fur of his face, forcing him to retreat to the bathroom to fix up the mess before coming out to enjoy a cup of coffee and his paper.

By the time he'd gotten through half his cup and part of his paper, he heard to knocking and for a moment, he pressed his ears against the back of his head, glaring at the shadows down the hallway. It took him several moments to realize a) he should go get the door b) this was probably (hopefully) someone answering his ad c) ...he was unfortunately in pajamas and robe, but he'd have to deal despite that.

Allowing himself a sigh of exasperation, he folded his paper, slipped it under his arm and walked over to the door, cup of coffee still in hand. He curled his free hand around the knob, yanked the door open and took a sip of coffee. His gaze was on the paper he was now unfolding with is fee hand "I take it you're here because of the ad I posted, correct?" his gaze was off of her, his voice almost monotone, bored even, "If you aren't, I don't care what you're selling I'm not in-" it was right around then that his blue gaze lifted and focused on her and instantly, the koshka stiffened. His eyes widened, his mouth hung open and his hand lost it's grip around the coffee mug, which crashed on the floor, ruining the carpet. Silence settled around them for a beat, and then, the male turned around and slammed the door in the poor girl's face, leaning his back against it, his tail all sorts of puffed out, "Holy s**t it's a six foot DOG!" this was probably heard through the door, because he all but screamed it out, shaking with fear.

Now, it wasn't that Melvin hadn't read about Trent and it's discovery, but... he just honestly hadn't been expecting a Kanus at his door, and his first instinct was to climb as high, far and away as he could from her. And hiss, for good measure. However, seeings as how he couldn't climb, he was going to have to settle with slamming the door. Which he had.

Melvin's reaction had been entirely instinctual, though he wasn't sure just why, seeing as how, well... he'd never really seen a Kanus in his life. He had, however seen what stay dogs could do to cats and he didn't really feel like finding out if that applied to them too. Despite his reluctance to open the door, he didn't really move away from it, his tail still puffed out to nearly twice it's usual size and his legs shaking just a bit. He was still trying to decide just how to tackle the situation when her voice drifted to him through the door; despite himself, he pressed an ear back to listen to what she had to say, "I'm not startled!" he shouted back at her, "I'm absolutely terrified!" well, if anything, he was being perfectly honest with her; either he felt no need to act like a 'man' or he simply saw no need in lying to her.

His gaze lowered down to the ground and he grimaced, "Oh god, my poor carpet," his words were followed by a small whine, "My poor coffee..." it almost actually sounded like he was mourning the coffee more than he was the carpet though, if the slight, unmasked whine was any indication. His gaze went from the stain, to the door, and then back to stain several times before he made a small strangled noise. He then leaned back against the door, though this time face first, cracking it open just a tiny little bit so he could peek out and evaluate her, "Are you going to try to bite me?" a pause, "Or chase me? Because I am going to go ahead and admit right here and now that I can't climb up trees, which probably means you'd kill me quite easily," was he being over dramatic? Quite possibly, but at the current moment, Melvin didn't seem to care all that much; ensuring his continued survival seemed much higher a priority than ensuring he didn't embarrass himself.

Of course, no sooner did he crack the door open and talk, that his small, white cat decided it was a perfect opportunity to step outside and explore the wide, new world presented to her. Melvin was unaware of what the cat was doing until she slipped past him and squeezed through the crack of the door, shoving it open before looking up at Ellie. For a long moment, the small, elegant cat looked up at her, and then mewled, weaving herself around the Kanu's feet, obviously demanding to be fed, seeing as how her owner was lucky when he remembered to feed himself, "Dolce!" Melvin stopped just as the cat began to weave through the Kanu's legs and..... slowly opened the door to stare down at his pet. If the smaller cat though this girl was harmless, then well, maybe she was?

Despite the fact he'd opened the door and was standing before her, his tail was swishing behind him and it was still puffed out, his long ears flattened back as he lifted his gaze from his pet and up to the girl's face, "I... take it that letting you in will not, in any way, endanger my wellbeing then?" he still seemed skittish and unsure, but at least he wasn't slamming the door in her face again. Now though, she was probably able to get a much better look at him; he was wearing pajamas, robes and... his hair while brushed and clean, was messy and only just slightly held out of his face with a... violet ribbon which was tied in the form of a bow, "What's your name?" he doubted 'dog' was very polite.

In all fairness, it didn't look like it took a great deal of effort to scare Melvin; he seemed to be the sort person that spent most of their day locked away from prying eyes, working on some obscure experiment or other. In fact, were it not for the fact he was wearing robes and pajamas, he could have looked the part of a mad scientist. With bed tousled hair.

All in all, he didn't look like much of a fighter at all. In fact, if anything, the poor koshka looked very much like one could probably shove him aside quite easily; he was every bit of a thinker and his body build showed it,"Alright," despite the fact he drawled that one word out, it didn't really seem like Melvin was particularly sure he could trust her. However, his blue gaze lowered down to his cat once more, and he let out a sigh of defeat, "Follow me," that said, and despite everything that had happened, he walked over to the door and... surprisingly enough, held it open for her like a gentleman, apparently not thinking twice about the gesture, "Careful," his long tail, which had slowly become unpoofed (and was a rather lovely, obviously unnatural shade of violet), curled around his legs to motion to the large coffee stain and the mug pieces on the floor, "Don't hurt yourself," he nodded as she introduced herself, and then took the time to offer her a formal semi bow, which probably looked ridiculous given the fact he was still in bedwear, "Melvin Issac Tweed," he told her as he straighted up, "Melvin is just fine," this was said almost as an awkward afterthought as he let her in.

Once she'd stepped into the house, the koshka leaned over, grabbed his cat and then closed the door, leading his guest, "The house is a bit of a mess. That is mostly due to the fact both my house maid and my lab assistants had to leave and..." he seemed to hesitate here, looking over his shoulder at her as he guided her down the hallway, "Well, I'm just one person. The house is big and... I'm usually too distracted by work to do much of anything with it," when they arrived to the stairs, he pointed up, "Bedrooms are up there. There's a guestroom, which you will take, and my own. Down the hallway is the kitchen. Restrooms are upstairs and this," he opened a door to the side, "Leads to the basement, where the lab is. You're free to explore later," a pause, "I need coffee," this was whispered, his ears flopping back and down as he made his way to the kitchen, letting the cat in his arms drop to the ground. Once there, he bussied himself by preparing himself some coffee, "You may touch anything you wish, except the experiments in the lab. And me," he slid his gaze over to her,as if to say that 'yeah, no, please don't touch me'. Amusingly enough, it made him look awkward and skittish rather than disgusted.
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"You may make yourself at home," why yes, he seemed to be hiring her on the spot, without much thought. But then again, no one else had come, and... he really needed the help. Besides, wouldn't having a dog in the house be more secure? Which was obviously was prompted his next words, "Are you... like a guard dog?" this was said softly as he peeked at her before returning his attention to the coffee, pouring himself a new glass.