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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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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.”

She shakes her head.

"So Orion licked you, you moved, and he attacked your arm violently, without being provoked in any way? Without you touching him?"

A slow drag on his cigarette before he speaks, words laced with amusement.

“Okay, I picked it up.”

"Uh-huh."

Eyes him, grin playing around her lips.

"Let me guess - scruff of the neck?"

He raises an eloquent eyebrow.

“I wasn’t about to cradle it lovingly to my bosom, if that’s what you mean.”

Yes, in other words.

"Well, that's how you're supposed to hold them."

Grins, scooping up Orion to demonstate.

"Like so. Now you try."

“I know how to. I just don’t want to.”

He scoots back a little, just in case the cat is thrown at him.

"He'd scratch you less if you held him right."

But sighs, and lets Orion down. The cat then slowly begins to stalk Sands, tail lashing.

Mal does...nothing to stop him.

Sands regards Orion coldly.

That’s right, cat. Come closer…

A couple feet closer, opening his mouth to show gleaming white fangs.

One more inch-

-and then a hand comes down, finding his collar.

"Not that I mind, Orion, but he can kick from that angle."

Curses! Foiled!

“Can and will,” Sands mutters darkly.

"Don't damage my cat, Sands, and I'll see that he doesn't bother you."

With a small smile.

“I promise nothing.”

He smirks, dragging his cigarette.