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After her morning with the peroxide and cotton balls, as well as a bowl of insanely sugary cereal, Sarah had gone home.

But now she was back, and apparently in a better mood than she'd been in when she left. There was no way the tiny calico kitten perched on her shoulder and playing with the feathers in her hair had anything to do with it.

Sure, just the same way that there was no chance at all that the kitten's name was 'Squeaky'

Nope, totally not Squeaky.

She seems sociable at least this afternoon, with a plate of zucchini chips and a glass of orange soda, mostly ignored in favor of teasing the kitten with one of the feathers in her hair.

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"Hello, Sarah! Where did you get that cute little creature from?"

Asar-Suti turns up beside her.

She blinked twice at the sudden appearance, then smiled, scooping the kitten up to hold it out for inspection. The kitten blinked wide blue eyes at him and squeaked, quite loudly.

"He's Roxy's. She's out of town so I get to babysit." Another almost smile, setting him on the table where he sat, head tilted, tail curled around his paws, looking like some furry statue of a cat more than an actual cat.

Asar-Suti stretches out his hand to see whether the small creature will let him touch her.

"I love cats - I sometimes shape-shift into one as well. Yesterday, I enjoyed being a tiger for a while - I hadn't been for quite some while."

Squeak sniffed his fingers intently a moment before squeaking again, honestly it sounded more like he was saying squeak instead of just squeaking, one paw waaaaaving, trying to hold Asar-Suti's hand still so he could nip at fingers.

Sarah half smiled, she'd always been fond of cats as well, "This is Mr. Squeaky Cricket Fuzzypaws the Third. We just call him Squeak."

Asar-Suti allows Squeak to nip his fingers, totally entranced - but takes care he doesn't break the skin, as the purple goo that would emerge then might scare the little creature.

Also, the effects the Bloof of the Seker has on cats has never been studied. You wouldn't want a magical, slightly purple, cat?

"Cute!" Asar-Suti breathes.

Finally Squeak just rolled over, rolling around on the tabletop in an attempt to catch the end of his own tail.

Sarah laughed again, shaking her head, "He's like this normally, he hasn't had any catnip or anything." She couldn't resist ruffling that fuzzy little belly either. Because it was there, and fuzzy.

(ooc: Yar, and mun must return to work, should probably be on again in three-ish hours. )

Asar-Suti's skinny pale fingers are there as well, tickling the small creature. His smile is totally beatific.

Whee, kitten!

Sarah was grinning once more, hey, kitten therapy. Worked every time.

Squeak soon grew tired of that game as well however and went back to attempting to catch the feathers in Sarah's hair.

"Eventually, the enemy will be totally annihilated," Asar-Suti says to the kitten, quite conversationally, while watching its attempts to shred the feathers.

"How many people are there in your team, though?" he then asks Sarah. "So far, you had only mentioned a few names."

Sarah had detached one of the feathers and was tickling Squeak's paws with it and totally not cooing at him.

She blinked up at Asar-Suti's question, "Oh, um, me, and Roxanne, Roxy, Freefall, she can change gravity around. Grunge, who's really Percival Edmund Chang, but Grunge suits him better, he can take on the mollecular structure of anything he touches. Caitlin Fairchild, she's our leader, super strong, super resistant, tall. Amazon woman basically. Bobby, Burnout, he's a human torch, does stuff with fire that is just unbelievable." A slight smile then, "Mr. Lynch is his father, and he's our... well our boss technically, he's the one who helped us escape."

Asar-Suti raises his eyebrow. "Sounds impressive. Escape from what, though?"

She blinked twice, still tickling Squeak's paws with the feather, jerking it up out of reach whenever he went to make a grab for it.

"International Operations. Mr. Lynch was one of their agents, part of the Gen 12 project. Gen 13, the team I'm part of, is a follow up to that, we're their children." A shrug, finally letting Squeak chew the tip of the feather a moment, "They were attempting to make us into supersoldiers."

"That sounds very inhumane," Asar-Suti declares. "Just like that reservation thing - seems your life so far led you from one unpleasantness to the next. Who were 'they', though?"

"International Operations, I.O." She shrugged, "They're a quasi-government orginazation with a hand in every pot really. I'd be hard pressed to find something that they weren't involved in somehow, even indirectly. Especially indirectly, as they find direct involvement to be exposing and dangerous."

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