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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]

"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.

[mogget_cat]

*He sounds rather stiffly smug.* I am not rude, merely accurate.

[slayer_fray]

"I look dumb?"

[mogget_cat]

Relatively speaking a great many people look dumb.

[slayer_fray]

"Relative to what, exactly?"

[mogget_cat]

The whole of existence.

[slayer_fray]

"Relative to the whole of existence, huh? I would have thought on that scale the difference between how dumb one is and how dumb one looks would be pretty small."

[mogget_cat]

*He settles on her shoulders.* But we are not speaking of the difference between idiocy and how idiotic one looks. We are talking of the relative scale of dumb looks alone. You fall to one side of the scale, and therefore, relatively speaking, look dumb.

*He's all very logical about this.*

[slayer_fray]

Pain she can deal with. Kitty claws are not a problem. A Not!Cat's furry bulk between her neck and the blade of her Not!Scythe? Makes her uncomfortable. She fidgets.

"Funny. I distinctly remember saying I wasn't as dumb as I looked."