Room 204 [lunchtime]

[momslilassassin]

Ben had finished with his classes and fled back to his room: today was just not a day he was up to spending around a lot of people.

He checked his comlink just in time to see a quick message from his father show up--Miss you. Love you. Check in later. Dad.--and promised himself that he'd reply later. For now, though, he was going to curl up on his

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[glacial_witch]

Karla had been padding down the hallway on a bit of incomprehensible kitty business when she passed Ben's door. In her current form, she might not remember what today was, but she could still understand the emotions that weren't so much pouring from the room as clustered into a tightly knotted ball within.

Kitty!Karla had different notions of etiquette (if not Protocol) than human!Karla did, so rather than tap on the door and wait for permission, she simply passed through the wood into the room, airwalked onto Ben's bed, and snuggled up next to him, as close as she could manage.

She didn't even headbutt him to remind him that she was due scritchings by virtue of being here. Instead, she just leaned up to lick his hand and then settled down to nap, purring a bit so he'd know she was there, with him, even when he was busy with something else.

[momslilassassin]

Ben reached out to scratch her behind the ears. "You still need to eat," he said absently. "But not the ice cream. That's for me today."

[glacial_witch]

There might have been some internal kitty grumbling about the decided lack of sharing, but Karla just nodded and nuzzled against Ben's side.

Have some kitty therapy, Ben. Just for you.

[momslilassassin]

Ben certainly appreciated the cuddles. "You're still in trouble, you know," he said quietly, relaxing a bit, "but not today."

[glacial_witch]

Karla let out a decidedly miffed huff. She was not in trouble. She was a good kitty. Perhaps even the best kitty. Ben was surely mistaken about this 'trouble' thing.

To prove it, she rolled over onto her back, batting at the air a bit with her paws. See how cute she was, Ben? How soft her belly? How could she be a bad kitty?

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed softly. "You make a compelling argument," he said, scratching her stomach.