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[ituncleared]

Who: Lewis Puckett | ituncleared and whoever follows his cat back to his place...
What: Shenanigans of any kind you prefer.
Where: House 8, second floor!
When: DE-AGE PLOT
Warnings: LANGUAGE sorry kids

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[ilmenite]

[It had taken a little while, upon her waking up in a strange place, for Asha to venture outside of the room. There had been enough to see inside, for a little while, enough to see from the windows, watching the people walk on the streets outside, but eventually the door beckons to her.

She opens it very slowly, wondering if there might be someone waiting outside to keep her in there, some strange people that she couldn't sense the way she was meant to. But instead, there is only a cat.

She watches it curiously for a moment, had never seen a real life cat before, but after it appears to do nothing more alarming than wash its leg, she leaves the sanctuary of the doorway and approaches it, wondering if it was safe to stroke it like in the books and films she'd seen.]

[ituncleared]

[That cat is shameless and very sociable, so the first chance it gets is used to walk on over to the girl and rub against her legs, bumping its little head against any available hand it finds. Maybe this one has offerings in the shape of food.]

[ilmenite]

[She smiles, a very small, contained expression, as the cat bumps its head against her hand.]

Hello, cat.

[She runs her hand over its head and back, a little awkward, not sure if this is quite what she was meant to do. But the fur feels nice under her fingers, so she thinks it might be.]

[ituncleared]

[The kitty cat only allows that show of affection for too long before it decides it's time to get away, so back to Lou's room it goes. He learned his lesson and locked up the door, though, so it scratches at the wood and meows loudly to be let inside. I'm hungry, you stupid man.]

[ilmenite]

[She doesn't take offence to the cat deciding its done with her, just watches curiously. She can't open the door for it, she has some idea of propriety, of manners.]

This is your home?

[But the cat can't answer. Maybe someone inside will. She lifts a hand and knocks.]