Did someone say omake?
ATLAS, Siggy thought, was reasonably secure. At least secure enough to avoid dealing with birds swallowed by vents, mice chewing on wires, wannabe tamers, and other equally annoying pests. As such, after a particularly long day, it didn't seem unreasonable for him to stay late and open a bottle of hard liquor. It was pretty relaxing. Pretty good, even. Enough so he had no idea when Ari's cat had ended up sitting on his desk, staring at him the same way he stared at the occasional wild lizard. Well. Siggy shook the half-emptied bottle at him.
"Kitty want some?" It was probably the alcohol, but right now sharing a drink with Sparta sounded somehow like an amazing idea. When Sparta didn't react, Siggy staggered to his feet and opened a nearby drawer, groping through its contents until he found the decorative candy dish an employee had bought him months ago. So it did have a use after all.
"Y'know, I heard cats were worshipped in ancient times." Such a random thing to say as he poured about half the remaining contents into the dish. "So, Sparta, I guess - I guess this is my offering to you!" He tried lifting the candy dish again and nearly dropped it. Nevermind. He tapped the area on his desk beside the dish instead. And now he knew he was drunk because he swore he saw Sparta nod appreciatively before walking over and lapping up from the bowl.
Siggy had never considered himself alcoholic - even after having to put up with a LOT from his old team, he thought he drank a reasonable amount. Now, though, he reconsidered as Sparta was now leaning against him, nuzzling his face into his side and being a goddamn tiger.
Literally. A goddamn tiger. Siggy didn't know when the 'change' occurred but clearly he was more drunk than he realized.
There was a sudden spitting noise and Siggy barely focused his eyes enough to see a kid wiping his face on his arm, setting the candy dish back down. At his side, Sparta laughed. Somehow.
"How can you drink that stuff?" Ah, he knew the voice. Sparta's other 'owner'. Well, sorta. He came around a lot for Sparta anyways.
"Well, how can you get- get in my office?" Siggy paused. "Is it morning?"
"Nah, not even midnight. I'm just here for Sparta." The kid flicked his wrist towards the current tiger, who immediately growled.
"No. It's warm here." Wait, where had Siggy heard that voice before?
"So I'll put you by a radiator." Weird, it was like the kid actually heard the cat speak. "Come on, you'll thank me in the morning."
"No."
"C'mon, Sparta and I - it's nice." Siggy knew his words were slurring. The kid huffed.
"Really, Sparta. We gotta go. You're just lucky he's drunk."
"I know." Could tigers even smirk? Sparta sure was now. Siggy chuckled.
"...fine." And then Siggy began wondering if the kid was even there as he glowed and suddenly his skin was black and there were two...floaty...circles... hanging in the air beside him. One glowed, and Sparta was lifted up by some unseen hand. He protested, though it clearly had no effect. "Well-" The kid 'waved' at Siggy, sounding as if he were grinning even though there was no face visible beyond the yellow eyes. "See ya later!" And with that, kid and tiger levitated out of his office.
Fuck. He REALLY needed to drink less.