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There's a cat in the bar. A new one, one that's never exactly been here before. It's poking around with a look of great glee on his face, getting into everything. Looking at everyone. Wandering up to random strangers and sniffing them.

His human is asleep rather awkwardly at a table, head pillowed in her arms, a pen and a note covered in scribbles by her side. She'd only meant to be close her eyes for a second, but apparently this was not to be.

In the meantime, Orion is happily investigating the bar. Is he investigating you?

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Let’s hope he’s not investigating Sands.

Although it’s certainly very tempting- he’s sat in a nearby booth, head back against the wall. Asleep, or just resting his eyes?

Oh! It is the funny man!

This is clearly very interesting. So Orion hops up on the table, sniffs around a bit, then licks the end of Sands' nose.

“Oh sweet Jesus-” Sands exclaims, jerking upright.

Asleep, then.

He is greeted by a happy mrowl, and a busy tongue on the end of his nose.

This person is very amusing.

This person is also doing everything he can to get as far away from the cat as possible without looking like he’s trying.

It’s harder than it sounds.

So the cat sits back, and eyes him.

Then investigates his hand, purring all the while.

Grr goes Sands. Except not.

“Fuck off,” he snaps, snatching his hand away.

O! That is offensive!

So the cat bats at his shoulder, yowling.

There’s only one thing one can do in such a situation.

So Sands does it.

Orion is caught up by the scruff of his neck and held at arms length

OMGWTF!!!!!!!!!!

Orion twists madly in his grip, reaching up with a paw to try and claw this stupid human into letting him down.

The twisting is ignored. The clawing is… not.

“Ow. Fuck- Ow.”

With pistolero reflexes, Sands swaps Orion into his other hand and examines his scratched fingers.

There is blood. Now it’s personal.

There is blood.

TRIUMPH!

Orion twists, yowls, does his best to scratch Sands again.

And Sands does his best to try and find Mal.

Again, not as easy as it sounds. Not when there’s a yowling ball of fur and rage gouging chunks out of one’s hands.

She's dead to the world on a nearby table, fast asleep and determined to stay that way.

Despite the loud yowls, and mews coming from the wriggling black demon clinging to Sands' arm with sharp claws.

Let’s see if shoving the arm (cat and all) in her face will wake her up.

“Mal,” Sands snarls, wincing. “I think this is yours.”

She wakes rather abruptly, staring at the arm and the cat.

"What - Sands, let go of Orion. Now."

Snorting with laughter, “I’m trying. Believe me, I’m trying.”

Just… not succeeding. As evident by the cat dangling from his flesh.

“Ow.”

"Orion, let go of him."

She reaches out, and takes the cat, who aims a parting hiss and a swipe at Sands, then turns to his human and begins to wash himself.

That never happened.

“Ow,” Sands repeats, with a hiss of pain.

He glares at the cat, then turns his attention to his wounds.

"Who started it?"

In spite of everything, looking faintly amused, scritching Orion behind the ears.

“That thing did.”

For once, he’s telling the truth.

"And what did he do?"

Orion purrs even louder, shooting Sands a smug look.

My human likes me better.

In answer, Sands holds out his scratched and bloodied arm once more.

The cat has an impressive set of claws on it.

"Ooh."

Winces a bit.

"Well, that looks...gorgeous. Want to me to clean it up a bit?"

He flexes his fingers slowly, each one separately and then all together. Then shakes his head, glancing up at Mal with a faint smile.

“It’s okay. I’ve had worse.”