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[wither_wilt]

Salah has his jacket over his head as he charges into the Wasteland, trips over a chair, and all and all, makes an even bigger fool of himself as he tries to escape the rain outside

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[bitingmybullet]

"You know we've got a 'no pets' policy, right?"

[wither_wilt]

Wet Salah holds up wet Tequila for Gwen's inspection.

There might be some lip quivering.

[bitingmybullet]

"Get the cat out of my face." She waves a finger. "Or I will chase her up a tree."

[wither_wilt]

He hugs Tequila to his chest and covers his furry ears.

"...wow. That was mean."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen rolls her eyes apologetically.

This is possible! Really!

"I'm sorry," she says. "I guess I should've been leaping at a chance to inhale the aroma of wet feline, but it's been kind of a long day. At least keep it ... on a leash or something, or in a few hours it'll be glued to the ceiling."

Werewolves and cats are not exactly what one would call a winning combination.