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[winewomenand]

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[ for a few seconds, there is a clop-clop noise, before a growl of frustration. ]

This is starting to get very tired very quickly. Most importantly, this isn't my lot in life. I'm the practiced beguiler. Never the straight man. Such a thing is clearly and emphatically not the way of any sane universe.

[ more rustling and bright,

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[cal_sitter]

You're not coming inside like that until you've been checked for fleas.

[winewomenand]

I don't have fleas.

Also, my cat can't catch them.

[cal_sitter]

My cat can, and you're at least rinsing off those hooves.

[winewomenand]

There's little rocks stuck on the undersides. It's itchy.

[cal_sitter]

Do I look like a farmhand or a farrier?

[winewomenand]

Yes.

[cal_sitter]

I hear it's quite painful when they remove a mature goat's horns.

[winewomenand]

You wouldn't dare.

[cal_sitter]

No, I wouldn't, but I would threaten simply to watch your reaction.

[winewomenand]

You know, I'm distraught enough today without you adding to my trials with your mocking attitude. What did I do to deserve that?

[cal_sitter]

I'm sure you'll do something in the future if nothing in the past can be found as an excuse.

[winewomenand]

Point.

I hope that you're enjoying your relatively un-harassed day. At least somebody on the planet should be.

[cal_sitter]

It's educational. I've now realized what a devastating mistake it is to wear fur chaps.

[winewomenand]

Pardonnez-moi?

[cal_sitter]

It's your mythos, Robin. Where do you think the City got the idea?

[winewomenand]

Too many fucking fairy stories, obviously. Under some circumstances this would be cause for experimentation, but I don't like the idea of being somebody's playtoy in a non-erotic capacity.

Also, it gets cold on mountains after dark.