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There's a Executioner in the bar. She's reading a book, her feet up on the table infront of her. She's got a plate of food infront of her, a huge bloody steak, the remmenants of a salad and a glass of milk.

Come on and say howdy. Poke her with a stick or give her dessert!

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*Ooh, milk! How thoughtful of Anita.*

*muffled, as has head half-way into glass, lapping at milk* E'ening.

She blinks up from her book, a brow lifting and she leans forward to poke his shoulder.

"Evening Yrael..thirsty are we?" But she moves her steak away and chuckles, eating a bite.

Not really.

*He settles down comfortably on the table, licking the last of the milk away with his small pink tongue.*

How have the days been treating you, my friend?

"Well enough.." she smiles, taking another bite. Leaning back and watching him . "Yourself?" She lends her fingers to scritching.

*He purrs and noses her fingers.*

Quite well, in truth, though it has been cold.

"Yes it has been. I even have heard of snow..it's far too early for snow." She tugs him gently into her lap, rubbing behind his ears. "Been keeping warm then?"

*He curls up in her lap, purring.* It is not too early for snow. This is Milliways. It could snow in summertime, here. It is only loosely based upon Scotland, after all.

I have been keeping warm, yes. I have been outside in the snow a little.

*He smirks.* People cannot see me in the snow.

She blinks at him and lifts a brow.

"I am not fond of snow." She says imperiously. "and I'll be doubly careful if I ever have to go out in it to look for a not'cat who is up to mischeif."

*He raises his head imperiously, smiling.* My dear Anita. If I were to be up to mischief out there, you would soon know it. Never fear.

She rubs her finger along his jaw and smirks.

"Thats what I'm afraid of. I'd have to yank your tail if you were evil" She grins.

*Yrael presses his head down against her finger.*

And I would have to think up some suitable revenge.

"You don't need revenge, your sufficently awful enough on a regular basis all you would have to do is be a little more awful to balance the scales once more firmly in your favor."

She smirks and kisses his head.

Kinder words never were spoken.

*He purrs against her neck, his whiskers tickling horribly.*

"Nor Truer" She grins and then squeaks leaning back. "Was that pre-emptive awfulness?"

*He looks confused.* Was my purring awful?

"I was teasing." She assures him. "Your purr was wonderful."

*He looks unconvinced, but settles down again on her lap.*

As you say.

"Your whiskers tickled..thats what I meant" She rubs behind his ear and down his back.

Mm-hm. Sure.

*The silly not'cat purrs.*

She laughs and rubs along his jaw and closes her eyes.

"See? awful." Winks teasingly.

*He closes his eyes as well and purrs louder, pressing his head down against her rubbing fingers.*

If this is what I get for being awful, surely you can see why I am.

She laughs "Well normally I just go red and run away and hide for weeks or so." Smirk and she pets along his neck and back, obviously still teasing.

*He pauses, hiding a smile.*

I much prefer this reaction.

"I'll keep that in mind." She chuckles and eats some of her dinner.

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