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[dear_of_heart]

Cora, after a moment of surprise (the type that never wears off, even though you think it would), walks in.

She disappears upstairs to retrieve a book from the library, before heading to the fire.

What? You can't fault a girl for following a routine-though she'd not mind conversation.

[OOC: I'm on 'til about 1 am PST--slowtiming is fine, though I

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[mogget_cat]

Would she mind a cat insinuating itself into the book's place on her lap?

It's warm!

[dear_of_heart]

She would not mind!

Cora startles when that cat appears, before laughing.

"Well, hello there," setting aside the book and petting him, "I've not seen you in awhile."

[mogget_cat]

He purrs against her knee, green eyes half closed in pleasure at the luxurious petting. His fur is delightfully soft and thick against Cora's hand. He seems glad to see her, as well.

[dear_of_heart]

"You must have been sleeping off somewhere I couldn't see," she theorizes. "Though your fur is rather distinctive."

Cora's fond of cats, so the petting continues.

Pet, pet, pet.

[mogget_cat]

He purrs happily and shifts over onto his back so he might lie half-curled, his paws free to play with Cora's hair, should it come within reach.

[dear_of_heart]

"Lazy," she laughs quietly, scritching his stomach.

"There's another cat, here, named...oh, I forget," Cora murmurs, distracted. "He was black, though, and belonged to Guppy. I wonder if terrible many people have animals, here,"

Her hair is in a braid, today, and might come within reach of his paws.

[mogget_cat]

Very lazy.

He miaows, playfully, batting his forepaws at the enticing braid that is juuuuuust out of his reach.

[dear_of_heart]

"Hm?" she asks, ducking her head down to look at what he was meowing at.

It's a braid!

[mogget_cat]

It's a bluejay, it's a bream, no! It's a braid!

And its being purred smugly at, for it is caught and has no chance of escape from the feline master of capturing things.

The cat seems pleased with himself, to say the least. He deserves scritches.

[dear_of_heart]

"Ack!" When the braid is caught, Cora's head jerks down a bit--and she can't exactly raise it up, now.

"That's my hair, you know," she informs the cat, seriously, as she's continuing to scritch. "I'll need it back, eventually."

Probably soon--it's not too comfortable of a position.

[mogget_cat]

The cat seems content to nuzzle its floral-scented prisoner, purring from the scritching but seem not to comprehend pleas that he let the braid go.

[dear_of_heart]

"Mister Cat," Cora explains gently, "my neck rather hurts. Ah."

She is eyeing his claws warily. "And I'd rather not pry you off, you see."

"...why am I trying to reason with a cat?"

[mogget_cat]

Doesn't she know it's a futile effort?

Mister Cat (heeheehee, Yrael doesn't say) miaows up at her, uncomprehendingly.

[dear_of_heart]

Cora is attempting to plot with her neck a bit twisted and pulled downwards.

It is not going so well.

...maybe she needs a distraction!

Er....distractions...

[mogget_cat]

Cats make wonderful distractions!

MIAOW!

Oh wait.

Aheh.

Yrael smiles and nuzzles Cora's braid.

[dear_of_heart]

Cora can't help but laugh, slightly.

"You're troublesome," she informs him quietly.