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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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“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.

She sticks her tongue out at him.

"Oh, ha."

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.

And her's. She yawns widely.

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

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

She considers putting Orion on his head.

Just for a second.

But in the end, shakes her head and leaves.

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