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[mogget_cat]

There is a diminutive Bright Shiner stalking about the bar, today. His worry for his home manifests in restlessness, sending him padding about the bar room as gingerly as a long-tailed cat through the room were full of rocking-chairs. He would deny that he is sulking, though it is rather obvious

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[slayedthedragon]

Angel is always ready with a skritch, from one nocturnal being to another (even a not'other). Having had two hundred plus years of practice, he's rather good at it too.

[mogget_cat]

There is a deep rumble of purring from the not'cat as it pauses in its stalking, begrudgingly distracted by the delicious scritches. He leans against the vampire's hand, heavily, bright green eyes half-closed in pleasure.

(ooc: Srsly was just finishing another episode of BtVS, and did a double-take seeing this tag. *grins*)

[slayedthedragon]

Angel grins. "I guess I should be ordering some milk, huh? Or maybe tuna?"

(ooc: Fate! clearly)

[mogget_cat]

"Both would be quite appreciated, certainly," purrs the cat, blinking slowly up at the vampire. He nudges the scritching hand, pointedly. "A little to the left?"

[mogget_cat]

There are definitely purrs in gratitude for the scritches, though it's clear they are not the completely content purrs of a happy cat.

Don't mind him if he avoids the flower-chains.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael purrs, pressing against the scritching fingers. "Not at all. I just do not care for them."

So he says.

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool watches the Not-cat from his seat up on a table, walking stick across his knees. His legs are crossed and thus not in any rubbing against or getting clawed at positions.

He does feel bad about their last conversation, but he also knows that Yrael's spoken with his siblings on the matters of the bar's fate.

If the not-cat wants, he's open to talk.

[mogget_cat]

The eyes that eventually find the Fool are green with a piercing light.

"Still plotting your fun, Fool? Still being taken along for the ride, Alexander?"

[forgottenmotley]

"The fun is plotted, the dominoes are set in motion. I've nothing left to do." The Fool's hat is tilted over his eyes so they're not visible.

[mogget_cat]

"Lucky you," hisses the cat, sulkily. He dislikes doing nothing. It rubs him completely the wrong way.

[heatourjail]

Juliet will always have time for a wonderful, pettable kitty like Yrael. She bends down to scratch him under the chin.

[mogget_cat]

The not'cat coils lightly about her right ankle, purring loudly and pressing his head against her hand.

[heatourjail]

D'naww, poor kitty. She reaches down to pick him up and put him on her lap. "You know what's going on too, don't you?" Cats can feel these things, she knows from her own.

[mogget_cat]

The cat curls up on her lap, forlornly resting his chin on her knee.

He may know what's going on - the comfort of scritches and warmth are greatly appreciated - but he would like to know more. He doesn't know if he should help or simply try and be patient, trusting that things will work out for the best.