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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is on a sofa by the fireplace, apparently fast asleep.

The big solid white-and-brown spotted dog lying over his feet actually is sleeping, and snoring loudly.

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[mogget_cat]

That blue streak in Urquhart's hair clearly needs a green streak to keep it company.

Right?

Maybe the Bright Shiner can pull this off without waking the sleeping wolf... >_>

[scots_wolf]

The thing is, rather, whether the semi-sleeping wolf thinks it's worth waking the fully sleeping dog for.

Urquhart is dozing, comfortably, some of his hair pooling on the floor. It's that long.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael is quick and subtle (like a cat!), starting low where the hair has pooled on the floor so as get to as much done as possible before Urquhart might wake.

He is sure that the bright green will be to the assassin's tastes.

[scots_wolf]

The dog, however, wakes up first. At least far enough to turn around with a little whine.

Urquhart drowsily reaches out to pat the dog's shoulder.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael freezes, hunkered down below the arm rest of the couch, out of sight of the dog. There isn't even the sound of breathing to give him away.

...Though sound and sight aren't the only senses a dog has.

Very slowly, Yrael starts to work again, listening for any sign that the assassin might be waking or the dog might be coming to investigate.

[scots_wolf]

Franz sniffs the air, curious. He smells cat, artificial human stink, and something else he can't place.

But his master hasn't told him to attack, or to be watchful.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael moves carefully, quiiietly, not yet peering over the arm rest to see if his actions have caused a stir.

He's working his way up the lock of hair towards Urquhart's head, little by little.

[scots_wolf]

Franz gives a little whine -- what is that there?

Urquhart pats him, sleepily.

[mogget_cat]

No one at all! No one carefully applying color to a lock of the Scotsman's head. Though he is getting close enough to Urquhart's scalp now that there might be a danger of waking him from the movement.

[electro_kinetic]

He's not the only one that's got blue in their hair; Noriko sprawls out on the couch beside him--not particularly caring if he's disturbed or not--with a mechanics book in her lap.

He might notice the braided mohawk if he's awake.

[scots_wolf]

He does open his eyes after a bit.

"Morning," he says. "It seems I got company."

[electro_kinetic]

"Something like that," she says, taking a pen to the margins of her book, already heavily marked. "You left some space, I decided to take it."

[scots_wolf]

"Instead of that in another chair, sofa, or other seat," Urquhart says, grinning up at her. "What are you reading?"

[electro_kinetic]

"A book on mechanical engineering," she says, holding the cover out to him. Her shirt is very nearly skintight, though the bold black arrow and phrase I'm up here printed across her chest might give some clue as to her sort of demeanor.

Not your usual kind of engineering student.

[scots_wolf]

"What kind of machines are you planning to build?" Urquhart asks, looking at the cover.

And grinning into her eyes. Definitely not reading her shirt.

[electro_kinetic]

In answer she just hold up a forearm, flexing her fingers--still as always covered in metal.

[scots_wolf]

"Machines to integrate with your special powers?" Urquhart says. "Did you ever talk to a young lady named Jordan Kennedy, here?"

[smallgayjew]

When he sees Urquhart, David smiles and brings his tea over to the couch. He's not actually planning on waking the other man, but he will nudge Franz over to make a bit of room for him on the sofa.

[scots_wolf]

Franz opens an eye and gives a little welcoming whine, licking David's hand before moving aside to make room.

Urquhart doesn't bat an eyelash or, in fact, anything else.

[smallgayjew]

David settles in with his tea, giving Franz a quick scritch behind his ears and contemplating the possibility of what is best to do with a sleeping Urquhart...

[scots_wolf]

The sleeping Urquhart might be really asleep now; at least he's snoring ever so softly.

Franz puts his head on one of David's knees and looks soulful. Good things are often forthcoming from the humans when he looks at them like this.

[smallgayjew]

All David has to offer Franz is his tea, which he doesn't suppose the dog would like terribly much, and more petting, so he opts for the latter. He supposes if he had siblings, he might have all sorts of ideas about what sorts of mischievous things he could do to someone while they're asleep, but as it is, most of the pranks he knows involve drawing on faces, so he simply curls up a bit and watches Urquhart sleep for a bit. If he really starts snoring, David will wake him, for the good of the rest of the bar.

[scots_wolf]

Franz settles as well, perfectly content with the attention.

After a while, Urquhart snores a bit louder, in something between a growl and the sound of a saw.

[smallgayjew]

David laughs at that, poking Urquhart's belly gently. "Oi," he says a little quietly. "Shove over."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart opens one eye.

"I can't," he says. "There's a dog on top of me."