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Lawrence is, at the moment, settled down with his arms behind his neck on the grass next to the lake.

To the untrained eye it might appear that he's fallen asleep, but he's really paying quite close attention. He's enjoying the cool evening - his shirt is bunched up behind his head to act as a pillow.

As such, his fairly scarred upper body is exposed, but he doesn't seem very bothered.

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He gets eyes rolled at him.

"Yes? I haven't got any fish, or whatever you might be looking for." He does reach a hand up to scritch Orion's neck.

Company.

That's what he's looking for. And someone to play with him, of course. Bats at Lawrence's cheek.

"This is why I don't have pets. Always interrupting my lounging."

He sits up and then carefully pets his fingers through Orion's fur. "I'm not very good at cat-play."

Lounging, pah.

Orion rubs enthusiastically on the hands, batting at the rolled-up shirt. Chasing things. Chasing things is fun.

"And where is your mistress? Hanging in the shadows, I suspect." He scritches underneath Orion's chin.

Truth be told, he's worried about Mal.

She's in a tree.

To be exact, in a tree about fifty feet away, curled up in a little ball and trying to sleep.

Orion just purrs. She's been all odd, and he hasn't been petted, and now he's sulky. Bah.

He can tell when a cat's been neglected, oddly enough. He sits up so that Orion can settle into his lap properly, and rakes his fingers across the cat's ears.

A quick glance around suggests she's in the shrubbery.

Possibly.

There's a faint noise from one of the neighboring trees, and Orion sits up, pricking his ears.

He picks up Orion and walks over to the base of the tree, glancing up.

His free hand may be on his pistol. It's habit.

She's not going anywhere.

A few branches have cris-crossed in such a way that she can lie flat on them without worrying that she'll fall, and that's exactly what she's done.

And is in as small a ball as she can make herself.

He pokes his head up so that he can get a better look.

"Mal?" He's still holding Orion.

"Go 'way."

Back to them.

"You're neglecting your feline."

He frowns, and prompts Orion to .. mewl, or something.

Which he does. Loudly. And mournfully.

"Fuck OFF."

Lawrence tsks.

Okay, time for sarcasm.

"You're hurting my ears with your profanity, Mal. At least come down and speak with your cat."

"Can't come down."

"And why not, Mal?"

He hates trees. Really.

"I'll hurt someone."

A normal voice. Progress.

"Have you hurt someone already, then?"

He sits down at the base of the tree with the cat.

There's no answer.

She shifts.

He sighs.

"Who have you hurt, then?"

"People."

Lots of people.

"Tell me."

He glances up into the tree again.

"No."

Curls up a little farther.

Lawrence really, really doesn't want to go in the tree.

"...please?"