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[mogget_cat]

There is an glittery, glimmering, positively iridescent white cloud perched on the edge of the bar, its tail lashing restlessly this way and that. Having given up trying to keep the splashes of metallic-hued glitter from his fur, Yrael has turned his efforts towards working up a massive sulk.

The effect may be ruined by the occasional kitty sneeze - embarrassingly cute at the best of times - of silver and copper-hued glitter.

Yrael hates everyone in this bar.

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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede shakes his head, and reaches to rub Yrael's ears gently. "I'm sorry, my friend. I hope you get through it soon, and with a minimum of extra glitter."