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[cheevy]

Well hey, look who's back! That's right, ladies and gentlemen, it's Miniver. The usual palm tree Miniver, 25 years old and ENTIRELY too drunk to care that as soon as he tumbles in from LA, Bar outfits him with copious amounts of glitter and eyeliner

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[thiefprinceremy]

Ohai glittery!Miniver, have a Catboi!Remy.

Sometime after he'd gotten settled, everyone's favorite (and just at the moment far mellower than usual) Cajun meandered by, reaching out to ruffle Miniver's hair as he passed, "Evenin' Miniver, y'seen y'homme yet?"

And we're just going to pretend this happened before the mun konked out last night. M'kay? M'kay.

[cheevy]

"Huh? Oh, Pickles? Yeah... uh, Remy? Are those REAL?"

[thiefprinceremy]

"Good." And cue ear-cocking, "S'what real?"

Because really, could be the ears, could be the tail, could be the pointy vicious little cat teeth, could be any number of things.

[cheevy]

"Uhh... you're a kitty!"

It's actually really cool. Miniver wants to pet him.

...so he does.

[thiefprinceremy]

"oh. That." This was, suffice to say, as far as he got with the word-sounds before sprawling into the nearest chair, leaning into Miniver's fingers.

The narration feels the need to mention that Pickles also found the emergency shutdown button behind his ears earlier.

[cheevy]

"How'd you be a half-kitty, Remy?" Miniver asks. This intrigues him. It seems like it might be way more fun than being a COMPLETE kitty. He remembers being a mouse. It was tiresome being that tiny.

[thiefprinceremy]

He shrugged, stretching and leaning forward on the table, chin resting on folded arms, "Don' know, figger s'on account've Mardi Gras. S'what I get f'forgettin' what day it is."

Otherwise he would've been prepared dammit!

[cheevy]

"It suits you."

He plays with Remy's ears to see if they move.

[thiefprinceremy]

That would be a yes! In fact they're very flicky, for ears. The tail was rather flicky as well, he'd given up on trying to control it.

"S'what I gather." A shrug, starting to gnaw on a thumb-knuckle, "Jus' glad s'goin' wear off by mornin', s'all."

[cheevy]

"So dude... you can totally feel this? Hee!"

Oh these ears are SO played with. And he's eyeing the tail with interest as well.

[thiefprinceremy]

He nodded, pausing in the gnawing to blink up at the younger man, "Oui." Though the fact that he tilted his head to urge Miniver's fingers further behind his ears probably went to show that he didn't mind it at all.

[cheevy]

Well okay, he can do scritches too.

He can do them very, very well, in fact...

[thiefprinceremy]

His head tilted forward, actually purring at that, tail swaying even more lazily at the moment.

Emergency restart in three, two... oooooneee.

He jolted upright then, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped, "Whoa." Yep, s'about how it worked.

[cheevy]

Miniver jumps and squeaks, then laughs. "What the hell was that?"

[thiefprinceremy]

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck before flopping himself forward across the table once more, "Don' know, happens every time t'ough."