12 ✪'cause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser

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[ Ten's sitting in the lobby, writing in an odd script on a piece of paper ripped out of the journal while the actual journal sits next to him. Wouldn't do to have the other resident Gallifreyans see what he's plotting. Because he is plotting something.

Only his plotting is being interrupted by a familiar little fuzzball meowing at him. ]Hello,

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i had to

[flashsteps]

[Sitting nearby with antlers on. Staring. Staring.]

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[ He looks over at Yoruichi and grins, offering his hand if she wants to come sniff it. Because she just looks like an ordinary cat. ]

[flashsteps]

[Blink.]

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[ ... alright, then. He's just going to sit back and stare until Theta jumps on him. ]

Not on the coat!

[flashsteps]

[Hear that, Ten? It's a chuckle of amusement from the cat.]

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[ ... did that cat just. Chuckle? THIS CALLS FOR INSPECTION. ]

[flashsteps]

[Stare blink.]

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[ Poke. On the nose. ]

[flashsteps]

[Lick. On the finger.]

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[ D'awwww. Have a grin and a scratch behind the ears, Yoruichi. ]

[flashsteps]

[Purrrrrr, then male voice.]

You taste like cinnamon.

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[ Pause. Then a chuckle. ]

I thought I heard you laughing.

[flashsteps]

And you thought poking my nose would elicit that same response?

[Another lick.]

[thosethatrun]

Possibly. Either that or you would get annoyed.

[flashsteps]

And do what?

[thosethatrun]

Tell me to stop?