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Slowly, as time went on, Dante was managing to spend more and more time away from Jill. At first, immediately following the discovery that Lucifer was gone, Dante had spent most of his time at her side, pressed against her leg like he was worried she was going to disappear, too, and Jill didn't know how much the large cat understood about the island or the disappearances, but she chose to believe that he was suffering, too. Not because she wanted the cat to be in pain, but because she wanted to know she wasn't the only person who missed Lucifer.
Despite Dante's recent forays into the jungle on his own, he'd chosen this morning to stick close to Jill's side, nosing against her papers whenever she tried to start planning her classes. Teaching General Biology on an island was a far cry from teaching at Princeton, but she liked to teach and as the classes went on, she found she missed it more than she'd realized. The class was smaller and the students ranged in age significantly, but Jill genuinely liked what she was doing.
Even if the damn cat refused to let her get any planning done.
"Okay, okay," she said with a weary laugh, setting her papers aside on the small table outside of her hut so she could rub her hand over Dante's ears. "You're more demanding of attention than your former owner, you know that?"
The cat didn't seem to care much and just closed his eyes, trying to nose her papers off her table at the same time. It wasn't until he had most of her lesson plan in his teeth that Jill even noticed what he was doing and she cursed under her breath, grabbing at them as Dante bounced away.
"Come on," she pleaded, trying to yank the papers out from his strong jaws. "You don't want to play with this."
[Fine time to meet her, especially if any of her students are looking to talk to her. For the record, Dante looks like this.]
Despite Dante's recent forays into the jungle on his own, he'd chosen this morning to stick close to Jill's side, nosing against her papers whenever she tried to start planning her classes. Teaching General Biology on an island was a far cry from teaching at Princeton, but she liked to teach and as the classes went on, she found she missed it more than she'd realized. The class was smaller and the students ranged in age significantly, but Jill genuinely liked what she was doing.
Even if the damn cat refused to let her get any planning done.
"Okay, okay," she said with a weary laugh, setting her papers aside on the small table outside of her hut so she could rub her hand over Dante's ears. "You're more demanding of attention than your former owner, you know that?"
The cat didn't seem to care much and just closed his eyes, trying to nose her papers off her table at the same time. It wasn't until he had most of her lesson plan in his teeth that Jill even noticed what he was doing and she cursed under her breath, grabbing at them as Dante bounced away.
"Come on," she pleaded, trying to yank the papers out from his strong jaws. "You don't want to play with this."
[Fine time to meet her, especially if any of her students are looking to talk to her. For the record, Dante looks like this.]