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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

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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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“I was asleep.”

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

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"So?"

Rolls her eyes.

"He was just being affectionate."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Oh, well. That’s okay then.”

He continues to glare.

It hurt, dammit.



Damn cats.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

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

Shaking her head a little.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“I moved.”

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

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

She tsks.

"So then what?"

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“So then it latched onto my arm.”

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

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"And then what did you do, Sands?"

But her grin is somewhat helpless.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Dryly,

“I bled.”

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

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?"

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

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

“Okay, I picked it up.”

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh."

Eyes him, grin playing around her lips.

"Let me guess - scruff of the neck?"

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

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.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

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

Grins, scooping up Orion to demonstate.

"Like so. Now you try."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

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

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

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"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.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands regards Orion coldly.

That’s right, cat. Come closer…

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

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."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Curses! Foiled!

“Can and will,” Sands mutters darkly.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

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

With a small smile.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“I promise nothing.”

He smirks, dragging his cigarette.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

She sticks her tongue out at him.

"Oh, ha."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Deadpan,

“I was being serious.”

He leans back in his chair, putting his feet up on the one opposite. Orion did disturb his sleep, after all.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

And her's. She yawns widely.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I may take my leave."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“And take the damn cat with you,” he mutters, eyes already sliding shut.