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[i_love_kettch]

[OOM: Home, and shopping, and X-wings are clearly the superior starfighter.]

"--okay, so a Bothan walks into--"

The door swings shut behind him as he realises that he hasn't walked into the main corridor on-base -- Wes is back in Milliways, with his orange flightsuit, bag on his shoulder and a blaster on his right hip and-- is that a sword on his

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[blinded__faith]

Oh hey, there's an outside. Shiny.

There's also this pesky problem involving demon bunnies.

Now, most of the time, a cat vs. a bunny... not really the sort of fight you're likely to see, I think. On the other hand, the demon bunnies are fair game.

And this cat hits about hip-high on a normal Earth-style human.

The cat pauses in his hunting, for a moment, to study the trail of sparks.

... and he didn't just roll his eyes, no, or snort. That's just your imagination, surely.

Cats don't do that, right?

[i_love_kettch]

Wes' imagination is clearly overactive anyway, but he eyes the big cat after drawing something that's supposed to be a snowspeeder.

"...what, y'got somethin' to say?"

It's always good to assume animals can talk, here and back home. Could be some weird species.

On the other hand, could just be a cat.

[blinded__faith]

The cat smirks, except that cats don't smirk.

:Ye who have ears to hear, listen.:

-- They also don't talk telepathically.

Right?

[i_love_kettch]

Not usually, they don't, and Wes squints at it, rubbing his hair with his free hand.

"...I'm listenin', then."

Pause.

"Is that like a Jedi thing?"

Because a Jedi cat would be pretty cool, he supposes.

[blinded__faith]

Altra, the Jedi Firecat.

'S got a nice ring to it, wouldn't you say?

The cat wanders closer.

-- you know that thing, when cats are being aggressively friendly, in a way, and they throw their whole weight against the back of your legs, purring fit to be an outboard motor?

Yeah, Wes... should probably be glad that the cat doesn't do that.

Only about a quarter of his weight, really.

Against the back of Wes' thighs, more than the back of his calves. Maybe. Assuming it's not all just a trick of the light. Perception, sort of thing.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes still starts, though, and he twists round to peer down at the cat. Just with mild suspicion.

Just a bit.

Then he grins a little and sheathes the 'sword, before reaching a hand down to pet it. Carefully. Hopefully without getting his hand bitten off. (Hey, 's a big cat.)

Maybe he imagined the words thing. He's not li'l Jasa Solo who always talks to animals, after all.