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[black_lokiel]

Lokiel pounced her way along the corridor, following the scent. She had woken up in a playful mood, left the drawer in which she had napped, and decided to go looking for people. Boucning over an intersection, she caught the smell of one of her favourite people. And now she was tracking him. Of course, she did keep getting distracted by the

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[gorlim]

*He has perched himself in the rafters, where he contentedly doodles on some bits of old paper he found in the library. His sword hangs with a leather ruksack on a protruding nail, and for extra light, he has placed a candle among the remenants of a bird's nest in the open mouth of a gargoyle who once stood watch over the halls but now finds itself watching dust, since the more recent rafters were put up around his bulk.*

[black_lokiel]

*pouncepouncepounce..oooh! DustBunny! Lokiel purrs happily, before she returns back to her original mission, tracking. Sniiiiiifff...

Bouncing up onto a chair, she poses for a moment, looking around.

[[Now, where is he?]]

[gorlim]

*scritch scritch scritch*

*ponder*

*scribblescribblescirbble SCRATCH*

DAMN!

*scritch scritch...*

[black_lokiel]

Lokiel's ears perk slightly, as she hears something, before she bounds upwards, seeking a route till she lands on the rafters, claws extending to bite into the wood to secure her balance. Tail waving, she begins to pad along, looking about curiously.

[gorlim]

*curses vehemently at the drawing, crumples it up, and tosses it aside in disgust, unknowingly hitting the cat directly in the nose before the paper bounces down into an empty vase*

[black_lokiel]

Mrrrowl! *Lokiel lets loose a curse, luckily in cat, before hissing in the direction of the vase. Nasty paper*

[gorlim]

*He jumps and looks to the side*

Lokiel! It is you, isn't it? *peers into the shadows*

[black_lokiel]

[[Who else?]] *still slightly peeved at the paper, she stalks over, tail waving disdainfully.* [[Been looking for you.]]

[gorlim]

Me? Really? What for? *reaches his hand out to pet her, not forcing but letting her decide whether or not to come closer*

[black_lokiel]

[[You're nice. I like being round you,]] *Lokiel explains, starting to purr faintly as she insinuates herself under his hand.*

[gorlim]

*smiles* That's nice. I like you, too. Hey, you want some pastry? I have a bit in my bag. I don't remember whether you liked the stuff or not. *scratches her ears*

[black_lokiel]

[[Please?]] *Lokiel's tone is polite and mannerly, but the drooling isn't quite.*

[gorlim]

For you, anything. *he fishes a whole pastry from his bag and sets it down in front of her* Have the whole thing. You can save some for later if you don't finish it all.

[black_lokiel]

*Lokiel discreetly wipes her mouth with her paw, before tucking in.* [[You really are so nice. ]]

[gorlim]

You flatter me, you know, you really do. Have you run into my dog yet? She's loping about here somewhere nearby...

[black_lokiel]

[[Not flattery if its the truth,]] *Lokiel purrs.* [[Have smelt her, but not seen her yet. Would like to though.]]