Double pup post

[whitewitch_thea]

There comes a time in every girl's life when she has to make a double-pup post. This is sadly one of those times.

By the lake a teenager woman stretched to the last rays of a setting sun. The sense of peace from a bit of light yoga was not to be underestimated, or so Thea would say.

Inside the Bar, Kaye Fierch is doggedly pushing half melted ice-

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[mogget_cat]

A sense of peace is a good thing. Something many come to Milliways to find.

Here's another, making himself at home, curling up comfortably on Thea's stomach.

[mogget_cat]

"A very dignified, self-confidant lawnmower, thank you muchly." He leans hard against one of the petting hands.

[whitewitch_thea]

"Self-sufficient too?" She queried innocently, raising both eyebrows.

[mogget_cat]

"Of course," he says, once again leaving himself open.

[whitewitch_thea]

"You never get lonely?" There was some gentle belly-tickling, but she wasn't really paying attention.

Shame on her.

[mogget_cat]

In response, there is some mild happy-flailing of limbs in the air, each paw stretched up as if to bat at the stars.

"I have not been lonely since I came here, no. Before, yes, all the time."

[whitewitch_thea]

She almost mentioned being the opposite. Then she remembered all those nights spent alone, the disapproving sensible one.

"Maybe for me too." At least she was waiting for something, even if it never came.

[mogget_cat]

He perks his soft, white (scritchable) ears at her tone.

"Just maybe?"

[whitewitch_thea]

"I don't know if I'm lonely, or suffering from self-pity." Thea admitted, cringing at the revelation.

The ears are too adorable to ignore. Truly.

[mogget_cat]

Yes, they are. They twitch invitingly. "Why would you be suffering from self-pity?"

[whitewitch_thea]

Alas the thesaurus sucks at alternate words for scritch, but somehow her digits find their way there; needless to say there is petting.

"I don't know. Stuck in a magical bar. Got possessed, messed up my magic. Writing letters to my boyfriend, who I haven't actually had a date with." Her eyes crinkled. "Something like that."

[mogget_cat]

"You are waiting for the other shoe to drop, as they say." He purrs comfortingly into her hand.

"You are stuck, as you say, and want things to continue. Perhaps schedule a date with your boyfriend?"

[whitewitch_thea]

It was so simple, she didn't know why she had failed to think of it. Possibly because her cheeks were on fire when she thought about anything to do with Viktor.

"Well, if I ever see him..." She stroked Yrael throughtfully.

[mogget_cat]

"Feelings of loneliness or self-pity come when one does not continue forward. You slow, and have too much time to analyze things. It does not help."

"Ask him on a picnic while the weather is still warm but not blazing hot, and not too chilly."

[whitewitch_thea]

"Some kind of romantic, Yrael?" She teased gently. Ignore the lack of any kind of agreement.

[mogget_cat]

Idly, "You know it."

No, he's not.

Maybe.

It's hard to tell.