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*There is a fuzzy ickle ~~skimml~~ kittums on the bar. Don't you just want to give it ~~food~~ ~~drink~~ a squeeze?*

(ooc: GIP, hee!)

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*~~Flails!~~ Bright Shiners don't flail, silly.*

*Once the not'cat's not'flails are over, he relaxes in her arms, nosing her hand.*

*blinking up at her with those bright green eyes of his* Hello, Faith.

Not'scritches for not'cat.

"Hi."

See icon for Faith's clothing of choice.

*But meddling is what Yraels do best!*

*He purrs and leans against her. Faith makes a good pillow/scritcher/friend.* I hope you are well tonight, my friend. How goes it?

Faith shrugs, faintly.

"Eh. Busy. You?"

*He smiles slightly, one eye half-open.* Irredeemably lazy. Forgive me.

Faith snorts. "Well, you are a cat. Sort of."

*He snuggles, somehow wedging his head at an improbable angle between her arm and her hip. He is more cat then even he knows.*

That is no excuse.

Faith watches, amused, and keeps scritching.

"No. But do you really care?"

Of course not.

*Whiskers tickle her inner elbow.*

*Bright Shiners scoff at physics.*

Faith giggles.

Physics. Bah.

*He grins and perks his ears.*

What have you been busy with?

*Her shirt gets a glance.* Security things?

Faith nods. "Yeah. And stuff from my world."

*He nuzzles her, purring.* What Security and your world stuffs?

"Oh, arresting friends for defending themselves, army of demons. The usual."

Bitter? Faith? No.

*He leans his head against her collarbone, purring warm and comfortingly.*

They will pass, eventually. Do not worry. Which friends? How are the army of demons to be dealt with?

Faith sighs and scritches some more.

"Ron. Weasley. And Harry, but he just mouthed off to Bernard, which was kind of stupid. And the army of demons are being dealt with by another army."

*He purrs.* Perhaps Bernard needs a shirt that says "Do not mouth off to the Barman, for you are even more his plaything than that of Security"?

Faith chuckles.

"Maybe so. He'd like it."

A good midwinter gift for him, perhaps.

"One less person I have to shop for! Yay!"

*Yrael chuckles and purrs against her ear.*

That reminds me. What would you like for the holidays, my friend?

"I don't know."

Sharp objects are usually a safe bet. You can never have too many killing sticks.

*Chin-nuzzle.*

I shall think of something, then.

*He will probably raid the palace armoury in Belisaere, just for her.*

Scritch stroke pet scritch.

"And you? Catnip, I suppose?"

*Purr purr rough-tongued kitty-kiss purr.*

No thank you, actually. I am trying to cut down. It interrupts my thinking and makes the next day very aggravating.

And it makes me seem like a fool.

"Perhaps a subscription to the Edible Helpless Small Animal of the Month club, then."

*He blinks.* I did not know there was such a thing.

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