the cat

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[aeskhyne]

A feline of some kind - tall for a housecat, small for most other things, with long luxurious fur in a pale grey-brown with black spots, and a creamy off-white underbelly - slinks into the room, tail held high.

<Look how cute I am!> says Trouble. <Aren't I the cutest?>

He butts his head against Robin's knee.

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"You're adorable," giggles Robin, crouching down to pet him.

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"You look like one of those ridiculously expensive - what are they called - Savannah cats," says Bella. "What'd you mix in?"

[aeskhyne]

<Serval and snow leopard. I'm a fluffy little killing machine,> he says proudly, and leans into Robin with an ecstatic purr.

[instar]

"Aww."

[aeskhyne]

Purrrrrrr.

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"And so soft," says Robin, plopping down on the floor and scooping him into her lap. "I could just pet you forever."

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"Well, two hours, at any rate."

[aeskhyne]

<Two hours is a lot of tummy rubs,> says Trouble, stretching out in Robin's lap.

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Robin takes the hint. "Oooh, fluffy."

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Bella laughs softly.

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"So how long did it take Ethan to ask if he could skin you and wear you as a coat?"

[aeskhyne]

Trouble giggles by thought-speak; out loud, he is still purring.

<I wouldn't make much of a coat, unless he skinned me several times,> he points out. <...And it was like ten seconds.>

[instar]

Bella appears to find this inordinately hilarious.

[aeskhyne]

<I said not until he learns how to actually make a fur coat,> he adds, <which shut him up about it. Mostly.>

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"Yeah, there's probably some difficult curing process involved," snorts Bella.

[aeskhyne]

<And I bet sewing fur gets complicated.>

[instar]

"Probably."

[aeskhyne]

<Wanna pet me?>

[instar]

"Sure why not."

[aeskhyne]

Trouble rolls out of Robin's lap and hops up into Bella's.

[instar]

Pet pet.

[aeskhyne]

<I'm soft and fluffy,> he says smugly, purring up a storm. <And cute as hell.>

[instar]

"You are," she agrees. "So before you came in, we were talking about how to get you and Charlie generic human morphs while you're supposed to be dead, and the going plan - given that there are many unknowns and severe risks associated with graverobbing and mosquito vomit - is that you fly to Las Vegas and acquire unsupervised drunk people."

[aeskhyne]

<Sounds good to me,> he says contentedly.