second petal

[chentlemen]

[Yuyuko seems to be adjusted enough to her surreal, if not disturbing surroundings; if you knew her, that would to be expected. With her "children" off at school and not knowing Arthur's whereabouts, she sits on the lawn on her legs, looking silly but kind of elegant as she holds some tea and admires the view of the neighbourhood.

Of course, there's

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[bell_bound]

[Mogget's in your garden, hunting your mice. Ignoring the picnic, he plays with the mouse, releasing it only to pounce on it a moment later.]

[chentlemen]

[What a delicious cute cat! She notices Mogget easily, using her fingers to bring him by.]

C'mere...!

[bell_bound]

[Mogget kills the mouse and brings it over, dropping it at his paws. He looks up at the woman suspiciously.]

Is there something you want?

[chentlemen]

[Yuyuko looks a little surprised Mogget can talk.]

Why yes, I wanted to scratch your ears.

[bell_bound]

[He's used to that. He's not quite so used to strangers being friendly. But if the woman only wants to scratch his ears, Mogget is fine with that.

He sits and looks up at her, still a little wary.]

Very well.

[chentlemen]

[She smiles, a palm to her face with anticipation as she slinks her fingers through his fur and around his ears. It's more like a very soothing rub then a scratch.]

Should I reach higher?

[bell_bound]

[Mogget purrs, tilting his head in silent assent.]

((fffffff he's so cute ;3;))

[chentlemen]

[With that she raises her hands to press down on his scalp, firm but gentle.]

Do... do speaking cats enjoy sandwiches?

(he is :3)

[bell_bound]

[Mogget enjoys that for a moment, then shifts forward fluidly so she can stroke his nape and back too.]

What sort of sandwiches?

Re: (he is :3)

[chentlemen]

[While rubbing along his back, she gestures to the plate, which seems to have... an odd mix of things. It's like gluttony at its finest.]

This one's made with tuna, that one with the roast beef at the end of the deli counter, ham, turkey...

[bell_bound]

Tuna?

[Sniffs.]

Are you offering me some?

[chentlemen]

[She takes her own - the turkey - and pleasantly mmmphs something with a large bite in her mouth. I guess you can take that as a yes.]

[bell_bound]

[He does. Better than a dead mouse. He finds the tuna sandwich, neatly plucks away the bread with his paws, and eats just the tuna.]