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[herr_bookman]

[Immediately after this.]


So, here he is. Stuck under a booth, blind, and without a stitch of clothing on.

Good thing the fuzzy coat of grey fur takes care of that.

"Mew!"

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[herr_bookman]

Whoa, wait, what? Autor mews in protest, trying to follow Oswin's route around the room with his eyes.

Ew, he spits, shaking cardboard pellets off of his little paws. He hops out of the box, trailing litter around as he scents his way around the room. This, he decides, is a much better space to explore than the bar proper, due to the lack of feet.

[souffle_girlek]

And better background music. There's also the snap-hiss of the burner turning on when Oswin goes to heat water for tea, and the rummaging when she goes to get a spoon and teacup, and soft shuffle of her stockinged feet across the carpet when she goes to put her shoes away.

[herr_bookman]

The music most certainly helps--though Autor is turning it over in his kitty brain: what changed? Why is she playing it again? His thoughts are derailed by her tea, which he takes a moment to stop and indulge in gratefully.

The next time he finds something soft, he stops to knead it, satisfied with his exploration for now. Suddenly sleepy, Autor tucks his paws beneath him, content to flick his ears in Oswin's direction and soak up the pleasantness of her room.