[17] [Audio; English] Fuck you, you, and ESPECIALLY you!!

[phasebitchin]

[Soft breathing-- what, did you expect her to snore --goes uninterrupted for the first five seconds of the transmission. An odd little noise not unlike a squirt of water erupting from an unseen locale breaks the easy rhythm, and so Lilith does snort, waking to the reality of the communicator, and its lovely warning shot.]

Ghmmnnnng... Son of a

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[dormant_beast]

Are you alright?

[dormant_beast]

[She's going to have to try that out sometime. Seeing Lilith like that would be terribly amusing.

If Anna pretending to be completely cat makes Lilith a happy camper, so be it. It might be demeaning as all hell, but damn does it feel nice.

Lilith gets another bump, then Anna's trying to climb in her lap.]

[phasebitchin]

[The pretending does indeed make her feel better. The siren doesn't know how to process when she may or may not be... what's that icky human word she thinks is beneath her? Ah. Right.

Homesick.]

Whoa! Heavy kitties like you need to, ah... distribute. You can lay down, but your lower half stays offa me. Capiche?

[AHHH, bliss.]

[dormant_beast]

[Anna would be very happy to know that. She curls in Lilith's lap as best as possible, leaving her lower half hanging off obligingly. What, you don't like 300 pound kitties loving on you?

Anna bumps her head gently against Lilith's abdomen, then quietly rests her head on a knee. Mmmf. Bliss indeed.]

[phasebitchin]

[This is all making her feel warm and fuzzy. No sarcasm there, even. For once, Lilith is happy without needing to make it at someone else's expense. Comfort without the blood or the sweat.

She got onto her knees in the middle of her room. Nothing is braced to her back that she can lean against, so after minute hesitation she slowly lowers herself to a comfortable sprawl. Her fingers move from the tiger's neck fur to her whiskers, stroking them carefully.]

Fatty.

[dormant_beast]

[She groans in protest when Lilith moves, but as the other woman sprawls on the ground Anna curls against her, purring loudly.

She 'whuffs' and lets her head fall to the ground, keening quietly. She's totally not fat! U fat!]