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[heatourjail]

"...And no, I don't think Cheese Wiz should be the fifth food group...." Juliet trails off as they step (well, he's stepping - she's skating) over the threshold and into the Bar, which has kindly materialized while they were travelling to a costume party. At least they left their homes wearing these costumes - unlike other, more unfortunate folks

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[mogget_cat]

Wheel-footed people should be careful of sudden cats appearing at ankle-height. Especially those painted as skeletons for Halloween.

"Miaow?"

[heatourjail]

Awww, tiny kitty.

"Shawn!" she whispers, bending to pick up the cat.

[psyched_u_out]

"Wait a sec."

he's a sucker for small furry animals, especially those of the feline persuasion, but it's generally not a good idea to pick up ones you don't know. Especially if they're... dressed like skeletons?

"Hi there, little fella."

He bends down and offers a hand for the cat to sniff.

[mogget_cat]

The skeleton-painted kitty (actually white with black paint rather than black with white paint) purrs at being picked up and cooed over, generally friendly to those easily-swayed by silky fur and soulful eyes and scritchable ears.

Beyond that, though... Shawn's hand, rather than being sniffed, gets eyed with a general air of patient expectation. It does not currently hold food and is not offering scritches, so why is it there?

[heatourjail]

Juliet's going to try not to brag too much to Shawn about how right she is. She clicks her tongue and squats down, ungainly in her rollerskates, to pick up the kitty.

[psyched_u_out]

Awwww

"Who painted on your bones, kitty cat?"

[mogget_cat]

The kitty allows itself to be picked up, purring at the attention; even going so far as to lean forward to rub its chin on Shawn's hand. Maybe he needs a hint! Fingers and opposable thumbs evolved for scritching fuzzy kitties, after all. Even those who have been painted as skeletons for a Earth-human holiday.

"Miaow?"

[heatourjail]

Jules smiles and pokes Shawn's side. "I think he wants you."

[psyched_u_out]

Finally getting the clue, he scratches the kitty's ears.

"This is basically the cutest thing ever."

If you listen closely, you hear the sound of a certain psychic's heart melting.

[mogget_cat]

The sound of the purring magnifies tenfold, until the cat is practically vibrating with it, melting into a happy puddle of fur in Juliette's arms. Shawn is such a quick learner!

There's no collar, but the cat is too clean and well-kept and friendly to be just any stray. And below the thick fur are signs of faint scar tissue, where a collar was once worn too tightly for a long period of time.

[heatourjail]

Jules smiles. He definitely is a quick learner. She nuzzles her face against the cat's fur and inhales, sighing.

"I think he wants to be fed?" she hazards a guess.

[psyched_u_out]

He gladly continues the ear scratches as the purring intensifies. He turns to Juliet, his eyes wide.

"Let's have kittens."

... No, that doesn't make any sense. He's in the grip of Cuteness Overload.