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[gonna_live]

Once upon a time, Mal gave Kaylee a pink iPod mini.

She has joined the ranks of the headphone-wearing masses, on the couch, curled up half-asleep, a book open on her lap. Even if it's bad for the binding.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

From behind the couch comes a terrifying (if you're of the genus rodens) "Mreawww!"

This means, loosely translated, Banzai!^*

Mr. Q. again leaps before he looks in his quest to dominate the couch. Mid-air, his battle cry turns more to Oshit!^*

A very guilty-looking tabby lands smack-dab on the book. In a moment or two, the 'oshit' look on his face will turn to 'Imeanttodothat'. Enjoy it while you can.


*Transl. from Feline - Ed

[gonna_live]

There is a distinct squeak as Kaylee sits upright in a very quick manner.

She looks reproachfully at the cat.

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Think fast, cat.

He purrs at her. It's almost an attack in and of itself, a deep rumbling that could knock china off the shelves if the owner wasn't careful. He rubs his head against her shirt.

First bribe, then flee.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee has yet to meet a cat she doesn't like.

...scritching behind ears? Is this permissible?

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Change of plans: Bribe, then melt.

Ohhhh, yeah.^*

He loves the scritching and the purr, if anything, intensifies. His eyes close happily and he settles down into her lap.

Laps are for cats, not for books, you see. Then again, books are places for cats too.

[gonna_live]

Yes. And while Kaylee has many books, she does not have a cat.

Unfortunately.

This is why the petting does not stop.

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

There are two reasons cats have not yet taken over the Multiverse. First, it's hard to get more than two cats doing anyting coherent and cohesive at once.

Secondly, there are just too many pettings and laps and cats are addicted to purring.

[gonna_live]

And purring sounds like engines.

Kaylee approves of engines.

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

This could go on all night, like a duracell commercial. Mr. Q wouldn't mind.

[the_antiangst]

Ah, but she's got too many distractions going on to actually be asleep. So naturally there's one more joining the mix.
"The book's not that bad, is it?"

[gonna_live]

Kaylee opens her eyes.

And pulls out an earbud. "Shenme? Didn't catch that."

[the_antiangst]

"You looked half asleep. I was just wondering if the book was really all that bad."

[gonna_live]

"Nope." Cheerful. "Just...that time of night where you're kinda sleepy and not quite ready to go to bed yet."

[the_antiangst]

Angel grins. "Oh, I know that feeling well. I'm Angel, by the way."

[gonna_live]

"I'm Kaylee. Nice to meet you."

[the_antiangst]

"Nice to meet you too. Where're you from?"

[gonna_live]

"Moon called Three Hills, year 2519, 'verse that has Earth in it. What about you?"

[river_meimei]

River makes her way across the room, silent on bare feet. The long tails of her brown duster slide against her ankles, and rustle against the white and pink layers of her skirt. She settles down in a certain old armchair -- overstuffed, comfortable, with a good view of the whole room. Her legs are tucked under her; her hands are limp in her lap, and her head rests against the back of the chair.

After a few minutes, she glances at Kaylee without lifting her head.

[gonna_live]

Whose eyes, unfortunately, are still closed.

Book's kind of close to falling, though.

[river_meimei]

River watches Kaylee for a moment, before her gaze shifts back to some vague point in the middle distance.

A minute later, softly, "Beware the gravity."

[gonna_live]

Headphones are in, though.

Another minute later:

Thud.

Kaylee sits up. "What?"

[river_meimei]

"That."

Faintly apologetic.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee looks at River.

Looks down at the book.

Takes out the earbuds, and picks up the book, ruefully. "Teach me to doze off when I'm supposed to be readin'."

[river_meimei]

A faint quirk of a smile. Kaylee can get those.

"Try a table."

[gonna_live]

"That don't do half so well for fallin' asleep." Wisely.