Baby, you're drunk and acting tough. I know you're sad you're not the only one who feels like that…

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{Kashtta Tower party thread!}

It's about four thirty in the afternoon on a nice, sunny day when Dmitri Lang strolls up to the front door of the Kashtta Tower and kicks it. Hard

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[prince_stupid]

Pizza topping.

There are few things in the world Ragnar enjoys as much as he enjoys pizza topping. Sealink introduced him to that marvelous delight, and while there are few very good pizza places in Tintagel, he is still drawn to the smell like a lint-covered magnet.

Hm. Lots of people. Also lots of pizza. He skips neatly onto a table and sniffs at an open box.

[lovencheezbrgrs]

LOLshadow, ecstatic that prittee Tosh is out of her room and around people again, has been bounding around the room in an overexcited flurry of feline energy. No sign of Soozee as of yet, but that doesn't stop her from careening like a pinball off the legs of anyone who gets in her way.

Ragnar, don't mind the thinner-than-usual grey cat bouncing up onto your table and staring at you for a moment before declaring, "Ur not a shadow." She may just be stating a fact, or she may have been hoping he might be someone else's subconscious cat. Which would also mean that Soozee was around... but alas, no luck there.

[prince_stupid]

Ragnar blinks at LOLshadow. "Indeed not. Though the blackness of my fur might suggest such a thing, I suppose?"

This little cat is too thin for Ragnar's taste. He sinks his teeth into a slice of pizza and ends up dragging almost half the box's contents onto the table. He licks his lips, fighting the urge to just sink his teeth into the lot and devour it. He sits back and licks his lips again.

"Little cat, what is your name? Have you tried pizza topping before?"

[lovencheezbrgrs]

"Im a shadow," LOLshadow announces cheerfully, sniffing at the pizza. She doesn't really... need to eat. Actually, the only time she's ever done it was at the Christmas party with Cy. That was good, though. "I doan has a naym. Im jus part ov pritee Tosh!"

[prince_stupid]

Ragnar gives her the equivalent of a cat frowny face, nudging the pizza her way. "A cat is a cat," he says. What is this shadow business? "And a cat must have a name. Eat."

He considers her. "Where do you live? In this place?"

[lovencheezbrgrs]

LOLshadow sniffs at the pizza some more, and then picks off a pepperoni, nibbling at it curiously. "I r not kat. Jus look liek it."

She looks up at him, flicks her ears back, and looks at him like she's wondering if he's dumb or just deaf. "Im part of prittee Tosh." Because repeating herself more emphatically will get it through his head.

[prince_stupid]

The big cat cuffs LOLshadow lightly, then starts cleaning her ears. "Show respect for your elders, little cat. You are part of her, and yet exist outside of her. Therefore, you are also yourself."

He pauses in his grooming to examine her. "And therefore, I would say you yourself need a name as well."

[lovencheezbrgrs]

LOLshadow looks momentarily startled by the cuffing, but hey, affection! She drops the pepperoni in order to snuggle up to Ragnar's fluffy chest. Still, she can't help but grumble, "I bet Im oldr." Depending on how you measure age with shadows...

"I never needed a naym before. Im shadow Tosh! Teh cute one."

[prince_stupid]

He ignores her muttering, focusing instead on cleaning the space between her ears and then working on the back of her neck. Kittens. They can be so touchy about age.

He pauses, finally. "Shadow Tosh? It is a strange name, I would say, but it is yours to choose. Young Shadow, eat your pizza topping."

[lovencheezbrgrs]

LOLshadow rolls, purring, onto her back, and bats at the pepperoni a bit before hooking her claws into it and pulling it towards her so she can nibble on it some more. "Iz not a naym," she says, rolling her eyes a little. "Iz a clasificashun. R u always dis stoopid?"

[prince_stupid]

"I suppose I must be." He runs his tongue over the kitten's tummy in broad, thorough strokes. "But why can a classification not be a name?"

He stops again, hovering over her belly fur. "Perhaps, then, I shall call you this: Saga. What do you think?"

[lovencheezbrgrs]

She purrs louder, kneading absently at the air over her head while still lying on her back. "Saga," she repeats thoughtfully. "Prittee. Y iz I Saga?"

[prince_stupid]

"Saga," Ragnar says thoughtfully. "Saga is a goddess of the humans in the land where my breed originates. She presides over 'things spoken of'. I suppose there is some irony in it, if you are as you say, a shadow, an unrealized piece of your human host."

He nips at a knot and goes back to grooming for another few seconds. "It is, also, a suitably noble title for a noble young cat."