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[goodnight_nightvale]

There is a man in Milliways. He is neither tall nor short, nor fat or thin. He is wearing a tie. He is having a drink at the bar.



He is new.

He has always been there.

Cecil, welcome... to Milliways.

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[goodnight_nightvale]

"What do you want?" says Cecil.

[mogget_cat]

"Food would be appreciated," replies the cat, equably. "Or, if not food, then scritches would do."

[goodnight_nightvale]

Cecil is not much experienced in talking cats, but neither is he that surprised that he's encountered one.

"Food I can do."

[mogget_cat]

"I would not doubt your ability to procure food," smiles the cat. "You are sitting at the bar, after all."

[goodnight_nightvale]

"Does the bar not feed you?" Cecil inquires. "It seems you have the ability to ask, which is the first step in a request being granted.

"You have, after all, asked me, and I am not typically a purveyor of foodstuffs."

[mogget_cat]

"The bar does not feed me, no. I am beholden to the generosity of the bar's patrons," answers the cat, tailtip twitching.

[goodnight_nightvale]

"Doesn't she like you? I've never known the Bar to refuse service to anyone."

[mogget_cat]

"I have, before," says the liar, twining about Cecil's ankles.

The shedding is only minor, he promises.

"And now I am one the receiving - or not receiving, as the case may be - end of it."

[goodnight_nightvale]

Cecil rests his foot on his knee and begins to pick white cat hairs from his sock.

"Perhaps I shouldn't feed you, then, or else be in violation of some sort of ordinance."

[mogget_cat]

"I have met with similar hesitation from many others, as well, but it is not so. There is no ordinance, merely a time in which I must depend upon the generosity of the bar's patrons. I cannot consider myself one of the bar's patrons when the bar will not serve me for this time - and neither would I threaten the bar's waitstaff for sustenance."

He would never do that.

[goodnight_nightvale]

Cecil 'hm's.

Then he hums. Waiting in the bus for the rain in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain...

"Very well," he decides at last. "Tuna?"

[mogget_cat]

"Tuna would be much appreciated, thank you," replies the con'cat, ears perking in Cecil's direction.

[goodnight_nightvale]

"Bar, a plate of tuna, if you please," says Cecil, and when Bar provides he puts the plate on the floor, within reach of the cat.

[mogget_cat]

The plate of tuna quickly usurps Cecil's place in the order of importance to the cat, at the moment. With a muffled "Yum, thanky', nom," the cat settles in to eat.

[goodnight_nightvale]

Cecil watches a moment, then chuckles and refocuses on his drink.