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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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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.”

"I'm somehow not suprised."

Shaking Orion lightly.

"Naughty boy. Are you positive he wasn't provoked?"

“It licked. My nose.”

And at that she does laugh, bright and startled.

"Is that all?"

“I was asleep.”

He glares, wiping at his arm. The bleeding has stopped- victory is Sands’!

"So?"

Rolls her eyes.

"He was just being affectionate."

“Oh, well. That’s okay then.”

He continues to glare.

It hurt, dammit.

Damn cats.

"Well, what made him go from licking you to scratching you?"

Shaking her head a little.

“I moved.”

Still with the glaring, he sits down at the table uninvited. Attention on his arm.

She tsks.

"So then what?"

“So then it latched onto my arm.”

He rolls his eyes at her, lighting up a cigarette.

"And then what did you do, Sands?"

But her grin is somewhat helpless.

Dryly,

“I bled.”