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[mogget_cat]

*There's a white cat on the bar. Unusual? No. Of note? He surely thinks it is.*

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[slayer_fray]

"Couldn'ta bin me, then. I never mock," she deadpans.

[mogget_cat]

*matching her tone* And you are never sarcastic.

[slayer_fray]

"Sometimes I'm sarcastic," she concedes.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael looks shocked.* I'd never believe it!

[slayer_fray]

"But you would be too if you'd watched a ninja whack his own thumb with a hammer, I'm sure."

[mogget_cat]

*primly* I would politely hold myself to mocking laughter, rather than sarcasm.

[slayer_fray]

"You underestimate the true greatness of sarcasm."

[mogget_cat]

No. I have had long enough to know when to use it, and when to reserve it. Use it too much, and its greatness fades.

[slayer_fray]

"I'll bear that in mind."

[mogget_cat]

You could learn much.

*He looks regally pedantic. Like a cat, really. Amazing.*

[slayer_fray]

No cat can look regally pedantic without leaving it's soft chest fur exposed.

So Mel tickles it.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed your sleep," she says, sincerely.

[mogget_cat]

*He gives a muffled "ACK!" and flails. How undignified. But he does manage to capture her hand under his forepaws, in the end.*

Forgiven, of course.

[slayer_fray]

She's impressed, and didn't slow down her Slayer reflexes at all for him.

"I'm glad. I wouldn't want to get on your bad side."

[mogget_cat]

*He grins, showing very white teeth, play-snapping at the fingers trapped beneath his forepaws.*

My bad side is on the inside.

[slayer_fray]

The fingers struggle weakly. Surprising, that, Slayer strength and everything.

"Then I definitely don't want to see it. Seen enough insides, thank you."

[mogget_cat]

*There is an odd smugness to his tone.* Not like me.

This outside you see is merely a shape.

[slayer_fray]

"Still not wanting to see it," Mel confesses.

[mogget_cat]

Intelligent of you.

[slayer_fray]

"Not as dumb as I look."

[mogget_cat]

Not hard to do.

[slayer_fray]

Mel lifts her 'trapped' hand up and forward a little too fast and too strong for a girl her age and size, hopefully knocking the Not!Cat over, if she's judged it right.

"Manners," she scolds.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael's paws fumble forward over the moving hand, claws coming down hard in her arm.*

*softly* Manners.

[slayer_fray]

She smirks softly.

[mogget_cat]

That was rude of you.

*Not bothering to sheathe his claws from where they are already sunk into Mel's arm, Yrael walks up her arm to her shoulder, leaving little pathways of blood where his claws dig into her arm. He is a pretty heavy cat.*

[slayer_fray]

"You were rude first," she points out, her smirk fading.