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[tartswithtea]

((It isn't abnormal for Bri-tan to be sitting outside. She likes to be outside, looking at her garden or decorating the outside of the house with little garden gnomes. Now, though, she's sitting on the pouch, a miserable look on her face. Why

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[numanstan]

[Vince is just walking by, as he do, when he sees Bri-tan. He completely misses the misery and smiles.] See! Cats aren't that bad once y'get used to 'em!

[tartswithtea]

((A little puffy.))

The little monster ruined my dress with her muddy paws.

[numanstan]

Aw! [walking towards the porch] Let me have her for a sec, then, so y'can get cleaned.

[tartswithtea]

Be my guest! ((hands over the cat SO WILLINGLY.))

[numanstan]

[Takes the cat and starts playing with her ever so gently.] Alright, Victoria! How're y'feelin' today? Doin' alright?

[tartswithtea]

Don't call her that!

[numanstan]

[FREEZES s-so scary] But that's what she says her name is!

[tartswithtea]

Her name is terrorist. Only Hong Kong calls her that.

[numanstan]

Well, she says her name's Victoria... She oughta know her own name, yeah?

[tartswithtea]

She's wrong.

[numanstan]

I'm pretty sure she's a better source than y'are on this subject, sorry.

[tartswithtea]

((arms crossed, she stands.)) She should feel blessed that I even thought to give her a name. Not a single cat in the whole world can put a capital letter on terrorist.

[numanstan]

Bri, I'm really sorry to tell y'this, but... this cat ain't a terrorist.

She's a cat.

[tartswithtea]

((dusting her dress off.... looking sadly at it's ruined fabric--except it'll wash out, but still. Drama.))

It m--

...Perhaps not. B-but that doesn't mean I'm still not wary of her ways. I'm sure she... plotted my dress to be ruined before my afternoon stroll.

[numanstan]

[The cat mewls in his arms, and he smiles.] She likes your dresses, though! She thinks they're well soft.

[tartswithtea]

Tell her to b--

....t-that I said thank you.

((puffpuff))