Kwik Stop Rooftop, Tuesday Afternoon
"Stop starin' at it, you won't like it."
The cat had taken an interest in the bottle Dante had brought with him. The label on the bottle had half been peeled off already, and Dante idly scratched at it some more as he talked.
"Not kitty-proof. Okay? Stick with the milk. It's good for your bones."
The cat reached out and swiped at the bottle. Dante pulled a face. "You serious?" he said, tipping the bottle towards the cat for two seconds. It sniffed, then immediately recoiled.
Dante took a swig. "Told you. This is not the stuff you should be milking humans for."
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The cat had taken an interest in the bottle Dante had brought with him. The label on the bottle had half been peeled off already, and Dante idly scratched at it some more as he talked.
"Not kitty-proof. Okay? Stick with the milk. It's good for your bones."
The cat reached out and swiped at the bottle. Dante pulled a face. "You serious?" he said, tipping the bottle towards the cat for two seconds. It sniffed, then immediately recoiled.
Dante took a swig. "Told you. This is not the stuff you should be milking humans for."
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