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[the_dungbeetle]

The recreation room had become his most requented haunt of sorts, next to the mouth of the caves. There was still something in him, something he couldn't shake despite his efforts to, that longed for the welcoming solitude of the dark. He pushed it away, denied the urge when he could, trying to stay in the Compound or on the main paths, but somehow

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[stillinservice]

Stormy stops in the doorway with Terrible Chester hissing between her ankles. Terrible Chester is a big cat, and it throws her off balance a little.

And she stares.

"...Hello, Gregor."

Stormy Llewellyn is a difficult woman to rattle. Cochroaches. Cochroaches might do the job.

[the_dungbeetle]

Gregor turns and smiles upon hearing Stormy's voice, his good mood not dampened by the irritable feline by her feet or the blanched look she was giving him. One of his new friends made to move backwards, a slow and clumsy process he remembered it being. At firsy anyways, with great alarm it was easy to scuttle away quick as a dart, but for the moment his new pets seemed lazy and content.

"Hello, Stormy. I have recieved a gift, and I think I like it very much." He held up the two better to her view, but with the large cat he still kept his hands near his body protectively.

[stillinservice]

"Well, that's good," says Stormy, eyeing the cockroaches dubiously. When Chester acts like he's about to pounce forward, Stormy blocks him with her ankle. If it had been Odd, he'd probably have lost a foot, Stormy being privileged in Chester's affections as she is, all she earns is a couple of slightly bloody scratches.

[the_dungbeetle]

With an expression that was quite similar to the one Stormy was offering the cockroaches, Gregor surveyed the feline with growing suspicion and made a point of placing his new friends back within the safety of the tank and fastened the wire mesh lid carefully.

"Your cat is ill tempered," he remarked, eyeing the large mammal warily.

[stillinservice]

"My cat?" Stormy looks down and it takes her a minute to register that he actually means Terrible Chester. "Oh. He's not my cat. If he belongs to anyone, it's my husband, but Terrible Chester doesn't really belong to anyone except himself."

[the_dungbeetle]

"I would say that is common for most cats," he began, "But from the looks of that one it needs no justification for it's actions. It looks as though it ate it's family." And it did, it was very large as far as typical cats went.

"Very suitable name," he nodded, crooking a finger to invite her closer. "I think I need to name my friends, in fact. It's lucky it's so easy to tell the males from the females." And for Gregor it was. He wasn't sure how, but by size and shape, perhaps even expression, he was nearly definite in his determination of the sexes.

[stillinservice]

"So long as he doesn't eat mine," says Stormy, with a warning glance for Chester. "Or pee in anymore of their shoes."

If possible, Terrible Chester had taken on a smug expression.

[the_dungbeetle]

"If you and your husband have children, you should keep him away from the baby." He advised. "Some say a cat stealing the breath of a newborn or smothering a baby is an old wive's tale, but I know of families who claim it's the truth with more conviction than anything I've seen."

He gave the animal a calculating look. "That, and for some reason that cat strikes me as the type."

[stillinservice]

Stormy couldn't help but smile at that.

"He might well be," she says.

Terrible Chester looks up at her as though to tell her that he's definately the type.

[the_dungbeetle]

"Have you been well?" He asked, genuinely curious. He did not speak to Stormy as much as perhaps he should or would like, but it was simply due to his schedule and his distraction at times.

"Were you at the big New Year's party? I hadn't seen you, but there were many people." He smiled, a glint of mischief lurking in the edges. "I got a kiss at midnight, it was pleasant."