[he glances back toward the doorway he just came out of before meowing cautious assent, nodding for good measure. Assuming Ziva doesn't speak cat. At least the gun's not in his fuzzy little face anymore.
Screw this train right in the ear. He would frown, but kinda isn't capable of it anymore, before batting at one of the silver buttons on his coat, trying to turn one over so the writing on the back is visible. He hasn't quite figured out WHY their names are engraved on the backs of them, but they are.]
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She then spots the tail.]
A werecat...?
[Can't help the small thrill of a possible hunt fully making her eyes blue, nor the fangs tipping over her bottom lip.
Just going to nudge that bit of cloth up with her gun.]
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Now uncovered, Ken's bright green eyes focus on that gun, then the fangs and the eyes, and all of his impressive amount of fur goes on-end.
She smells wrong. The cat instincts are screaming at him to fight or flee, he's afraid. And hissing.
But nothing but a normal housecat. Okay, a purebred one and rather large, but still.]
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Ziva blinks at the cat as she withdraws her gun.]
My apologies. I did not mean to disturb your rest, feline.
[Just going to tuck the gun away now, the eyes and fangs are a bit harder to hide once more. Just a bit hungry, but not eying Ken at all.
She crouches where she stands.]
Or were you once human?
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Screw this train right in the ear. He would frown, but kinda isn't capable of it anymore, before batting at one of the silver buttons on his coat, trying to turn one over so the writing on the back is visible. He hasn't quite figured out WHY their names are engraved on the backs of them, but they are.]
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Awww, there's a cat~ I think I'll name you Mr. Whiskers.
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So, Mr. Whiskers~~ What do you wanna do today?
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Mrrrrow!
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