Twenty-six: When's the last time I actually went out Friday night?

[mach_kick]

[Zell charges into his apartment, drenched from the rain and grinning like a loon]

MAN, I needed a change of pace. And having a vague chance of actually winning a fight is pretty refreshing!

Plus, food.

I hate being depressed. It's not something I deal with well at all. I'm sorry about getting tears and snot all over you, Selphie. I'll try not to do

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[devilbrought]

...?

[mach_kick]

I've been pretty down lately. It was nice to do something different.

[devilbrought]

Hmph.

Glad to be of service. I guess.

[mach_kick]

And glad to repay you. Man, you must have been hungry. You're always welcome to come over and hang with us, not to mention get something to eat.

[devilbrought]

That makes me sound like some stray dog.

[ooc: a.k.a totally gonna do it *cough*]

[mach_kick]

I like dogs! Cats, too. [Perhaps missing the point just a tad]

[devilbrought]

... Great?

[mach_kick]

Oh, that reminds me. I have a cat. Kitten. Teenage cat. Her name is Caterina, or Cat for short. You're not allergic or anything, right?

[devilbrought]

You named your cat ... 'Cat'. No, I'm not. Cats are fine.

[mach_kick]

It was in case we ever forgot her name! "Caterina" was the winning suggestion when I found her. It's pretty.

Good! You'll like her, she's a sweetie. And pretty, too.

[devilbrought]

... right. Guess so?

Don't act like you're setting me up with your cat.

[mach_kick]

[Very sincerely] I would never try to set you up with anybody. Besides, you're not a cat.

[devilbrought]

[desire to facepalm rising] ... thanks. I appreciate that.