Well I know it's just a spring haze, but I don't much like the look of it...

[ohperilousplace]

Even though her parents disapprove of her drinking coffee, Zoe has pretty much decided to disregard that today. She's curled up in an armchair in the Coffee Shop with a mocha and a book, reading and looking sleepy, and very cranky about it. Creepy journal conversations late at night do not make for restful sleep.

In the kitchen of the Kashtta, Sam

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[nowinprint]

Dmitri would suggest taking an unofficial survey of the people and phenomena on the street to see if they might be implicated in any activities or exhibit any qualities which would lead to the triggering of felinical existence. Or she might, if she weren't busy scritching said feline. From behind you, Tosh.

Have a surprise!Dmihug.

"O haaaai."

[techniclybrill]

Tosh doesn't jump. She's too used to Dmitri being... Dmitri to be much surprised by it anymore. She just smiles, and glances back over her shoulder at her. "You're encouraging it," she says, not quite accusingly.

LOLshadow, meanwhile, clambers up onto Tosh's shoulder to perch there and lean in to Dmitri's hand. "Hai," she purrs, her eyes half-closed. She's not as chatty when there are scritches.

[nowinprint]

"Well, one of us has to, zaichik," Dmitri answers, plucking the cat off Tosh's shoulder to give it the cuddles it seems to be seeking. "It's still stuck in your subconscious."

The fact that Dmitri has just appropriated part of Tosh's subconscious and is now giving it all the scritches in an attempt to determine its purr ignition would be a little creepy were she not Dmitri, and were this not Chicago. As it is, they're in luck.

"So, were you actually heading somewhere, or were you scoping out your prospects as a street performer?" she asks. "I mean, if it came down to it, I'm getting pretty good at the whole raven-syrinx thing; you could have the Amazing Talking Animal Brigade. Otherwise, I was heading down to check out - there's this conjurer who's opening up a gelato shop right next to the Coffee Shop? I'm kinda curious about the sweets there, though not as curious as I am about the entire economics and business model. ...in case you're wondering, she's some Texas expat and the shop's called Gelato Italia, which is a shame,

[techniclybrill]

"I was just getting some air," Tosh says with a bemused smile, eying Dmitri and the cat like she's trying to decide if she should be disturbed by Dmitri cuddling her subconscious, or just... accept it as part of the everyday strangeness of her life. "I didn't expect the cat to just... appear."

Usually it at least has the good grace to only show up when she's inside, with people who won't question it. She pauses, and then asks, "Do you really want to take that to a gelato shop?" Then again, maybe if they just start walking, they'll get out of range of whatever's causing it, and the cat will go away.

[nowinprint]

"Well, I dunno," Dmitri says, looking down at the subconscious bundle of fur in her hands. "How 'bout you, kotyonka? Up for some gelato?"

Back to Tosh.

"Does it usually give you advance warning? Nice little note on the journals, saying 'O HAI, CAN HAS VISITS?'" Maybe Tosh should just get used to the fact that sometimes, people just happen to her. People and... fuzzy articulate things.

[techniclybrill]

Tosh snorts in amusement, shaking her head. "No. I doubt I'd mind so much if that were the case." It would still be annoying, but at least then she could plan around the appearance of the internet meme.

LOLshadow starts kneading against Dmitri's chest, a soft staccato purr starting up in her throat. "Prittee Tosh can has gelato! I can has moar outsides?"

[nowinprint]

"I can't in good faith promise you that without a more thorough explanation for what causes your physical existence, shadow-kun, but for my part, you can have all the outside you like," Dmitri says to the kitten. "But yes. Prittee Tosh can has."

Trusting her hands to go on with the supremely important business of scritching parts of her friend's cognition without her conscious input, Dmitri looks back up at Tosh again.

"C'mon, мила Тошка. I have it on good authority they have a Bourbon gelato. Not to mention an espresso. We can bring some home to Ianto and either make him jealous or offended to the very core of his being."