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Jul. 21st, 2018 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
strongest_faithWhen Alec enters the bar from the Shadowhunter Institute of New York City, something slips in with him. Something shadow-colored and fleet-footed. Something clawed and fanged. Something furry and...twining between Alec's long legs as he walks, head in a book.
Alec makes his way to the bar and sets his heavy, leatherbound book on top as a large blue Persian cat leaps to the stool next to him and meows in an imperious manner.
"Church!" Alec says, but a bowl of cream appears on the bar, so Church utterly ignores Alec in favor of helping himself.
"Well." Alec props an elbow on the bar and leans his head on his head. "I guess we know where you go when you disappear for days at a time."
[ooc ETA: because it may be relevant here... Church is well over 100 years old. Alec has no idea.]
Alec makes his way to the bar and sets his heavy, leatherbound book on top as a large blue Persian cat leaps to the stool next to him and meows in an imperious manner.
"Church!" Alec says, but a bowl of cream appears on the bar, so Church utterly ignores Alec in favor of helping himself.
"Well." Alec props an elbow on the bar and leans his head on his head. "I guess we know where you go when you disappear for days at a time."
[ooc ETA: because it may be relevant here... Church is well over 100 years old. Alec has no idea.]
