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Castle in the bar. Unlike his mun, he is not suffering from a violent stomach flu, and has not been going to bed every night at 8:30.

So he's just draped over his usual couch, playing with Zeke the cat. Bother at will.

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[namo]

Námo looks up from his wine, his eyes a little unfocused for a moment, before they settle on the man and cat.

He quietly watches them for a little while, pleased to see Lee, still sipping wine from his dark corner.

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"You look shady," says Lee. "Like you should be selling fake Rolexes in a dirty back alley in Pittsburgh or something."

[namo]

He chuckles softly.

"No. I have nothing to false to sell." He pauses for a moment, then lets out a breath. "Gorlim left a letter for you with the bar."

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He looks warily at the bar, and after a moment's contemplation, picks up the cat and goes to join Namo in the booth.

"Why?"

[namo]

"He has left. With Random. To whatever place it is Random and Ramon keep themselves nowadays," he says, making room beside him for man and cat.

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I could have talked to him...

He nods silently.

[namo]

"We decided--"

He takes a sip of his wine.

"We decided it would be best if he and I spent a little time away from one another. Random needed him, anyway, so the timing for a separation was good. He encouraged me to focus my attention upon you..."

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He cringes with guilt. But if Gorlim wants to be with Random, so be it.

He takes Namo's wineglass and drinks from it.

[namo]

He watches him.

"You are not a replacement for him," he says, wanting Lee to know that it was Lee, not Gorlim, Námo saw when he looked at him.

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There's a reason why mortals don't drink Atlantean.

Lee blinks at him. "I never said I was," he says, slurring a bit. "I just feel bad that he has to go hang out with Random and the terrorist."

[namo]

He does not take the glas sback from him, only continues to watch him.

"I know you did not say it, but I wanted you to know. And they are his friends. He loves them dearly. Desires Random," he says, almost bitterly. "But it is his choice. Time apart is supposed to ... help relationships."

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"It's damn stupid of him," Lee slurs, just as bitterly. "But whatever. He'll be back and then I can yell at him. Idiot."

He pushes the glass aside, still having some sense left.

[namo]

Námo then sips the wine again.

"Why would you yell at him?" Pause. "He left a note."

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Pounce!

A large black cat jumps on top of Castle.

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Zeke meows happily and bats his friend with a paw. Lee gives a slightly winded grunt and pets Scampi. "I think I'm getting out of shape."

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"Meaow"

Scampi purrs and starts playing with Zeke.

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Lee scritches them both contentedly. "What am I, some kind of cat magnet?"

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"Mah"

Scampi begins to chew on Lee's sleeve.

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Zeke thinks this looks like fun, too. He nudges Scampi and gnaws on the other side of the sleeve.

Lee sighs and resigns himself to being cat food.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Scampi! NO!" Guppy pulls the offending cat off Lee's shirt.

"Sorry Lee. He's going through a funny phase. Did he damage your shirt?"

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Zeke mews and, finding Guppy's shirt more to his liking, begins gnawing on it instead. Lee smiles and shakes his head.

"Nah, just got it a bit wet. I don't mind."

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Guppy is used to having a fabrivorous cat.

"Sorry. He's eaten his way through three socks, a pair of tights, a wordsearch book and a tube of toothpaste. I can't decide whether he's doing it on purpose or not."

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Lee eyes Scampi. "Way to go, little guy. Hey, maybe you should enter him in an eating contest. Win some cash."

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Guppy smiles and strokes the cat.

"He's big enough already. You'd never have known he could fit in the palm of my hand when I got him."

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"I remember when he was pretty tiny. I wouldn't have expected him to get as big as this, but he looks good now."