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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*stands in the doorway looking out at the lake party. He's holding His Imperial Majesty Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon and petting him absently.*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*standing near Death, holding a bottle of a black, black beer Dream waves just a bit, and smiles. He likes cats.*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*looks taken aback, and then smiles. Neb makes a puzzled noise.*

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*another twitch of his fingers, and a brightly colored catnip mouse takes shape before the kitten's eyes, falling to the ground if not caught*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*Neb lunges for the mouse, springing out of Hob's arms, and after catching it carries it proudly towards the party.*

*Hob starts after him and then stops, looking awkward.*

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Join us, Hob.

*even though he's doing his gloomy thing again, he is inviting. And he kneels down to heft His Imperial Majesty Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon and pet the kitten under the chin*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

I, um.

*looks out at the bright, cheerful, chattering crowd.*

I'm not really a people person. Um.

[kabeleced]

*waves at him from near the meat, smiling*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*looks as though he isn't quite sure what to do.*

[kabeleced]

*raises eyebrows and mouths "Want anything?"*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head.*

[kabeleced]

*shrugs and mouths "later, then."*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*looks almost guilty*

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*waits until Hob isn't looking, and dangles a chunk of meat temptingly at the kitten*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*Neb stares at her, fascinated, and makes a flying leap for the meat. Unfortunately, he trips over his too-large paws and tumbles across the grass, coming to rest at Anthy's feet with a dazed 'Mew?'*

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*scoops him up, triumphant, and tiptoes away back to the giant squid*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*Hob notices the cat is gone and looks around, frowning, before seeing Anthy.*

Oi, Anthy! You'd better be keeping my cat away from that lake thing. And what in Christ's name are you wearing?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*hides the kitty behind her back*

He's very sweet, though. Look, he can do shadow puppets. *pets the squid*

A bathing suit. Why aren't you?

[torollthedice.livejournal.com]

*Mat ambles over from the party, winebottle in tow.*

So I'm supposed to avoid you? I guess I'm not doing a very good job of it, then.

Er, nice cat.

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*looks almost proud*

He's called His Imperial Majesty Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon. I'm mostly called a bad-tempered bastard, but I'm always polite to the man who's got the drinks.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"Good philosophy, that, Hob. Hello, Mat. And quite honestly, Hob, I think that half the people at this bar are bad-tempered bastards. Otherwise we wouldn't be alive."

Peter scratches the cat behind its ears with his silver hand. "Greetings, O Cat."

He turns to Mat. "I see Herself is here." He sounds more than a little irked.

[torollthedice.livejournal.com]

*He nods to Peter.*

Sorry there, Peter. I was a bit distracted.

*He holds up the winebottle with a crooked grin. After taking a swig, he continues somewhat airily.*

Herself most certainly is here. Herself is never not here, even when she doesn't seem to be. Herself might miss a chance to meddle, and the Light burn her if she'll let that happen.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"It's a party. I think you're allowed to be distracted.

Peter glances at him. "Just in case she decided to blame you for what happened the other night--that's utter bollocks. I was suspicious of her from the time she opened her mouth and didn't say anything. And she didn't have any call to grab Door and hang her in the air based on a threat that hadn't been backed up yet. So--not your fault."

Peter nods decisively, then goes outside to the party once more.

[torollthedice.livejournal.com]

*He raises an eyebrow.*

That's an impressive name for such a little thing. Been in a few fights, has he? His Highness looks a little ragged around the edges.

*He swigs from his bottle.*

Bad-tempered bastards don't bother me in the least. One of my best friends could probably knock you bloody flat in that department.

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*in the tones of one used to repeating*

He'll grow into it, alright? Grow up and be a right old bastard. Like his namesake. And like me.

Glad to hear you don't mind it.

[torollthedice.livejournal.com]

Hey, I meant no offense to his Highness. He's a fine cat. He'd make a bloody good mouser, what with the size of those paws.

And no, I don't mind. If I get tired of it, I'll just kill you.

*He grins and winks.*