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[necessary_child]

Lazy Lucifer, sitting on a barstool with supper and a piratical purring kitten curled cutely on his shoulder.

Okay, quitting the awesomely awful alliteration now, alas.

Anyway. The eyepatch is flipped up, and the pirate's hat is set at a jaunty angle, not least because Shreddie keeps batting at it fascinatedly. Sam is tolerating this for now, even smiling - well, it tickles. And besides, it's kind of fun.

You live here long enough, you get used to Milliways' quirks. Most of them, anyway. Come bother the nautical Lucifer.




[Tiny tag: Pomona, Cal Chandler]

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[necessary_child]

"I wouldn't have thought a tree would be so keen. All those claws using tree trunks to mark territory, that sort of thing."

[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

She wrinkles her nose.

"It is how they are."

[necessary_child]

"I know. But noisy and full of unquestioning loyalty is how dogs are, and it doesn't make me like them better."

He doesn't dislike dogs, exactly - ones that attempt to kill Shreddie and/or Pomona aside - but he doesn't like them, either.

They remind him too much of people he'd rather forget.

[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

And lo, there is petting of Shreddie.

And blowing her hat feather out of the way again.

"They are-"

A helpless little shrug to indicate that dogs are just less likeable.

[necessary_child]

Sam smiles.

"Yeah."