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[wishandwait]

Sasha, recently de-peached, is on a small path through the woods.

Maybe he's looking for something, maybe he's just walking. He's not too certain himself.

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[mosca_mye]

Mosca is similarly prowling, as it happens, having left Saracen cheerfully ravaging the lawn (and possibly the passersby). "Hullo."

[wishandwait]

"Oh!" Sasha says, "Hello, miss. How's your goose?"

[mosca_mye]

"He's all right." She looks up at him a little warily, not quite sure if she recognizes him.

[wishandwait]

"Oh, good," Sasha says. He tucks his hands into his pockets and pauses when it occurs to him that the last time he saw her he was, in fact, a girl.

"Ah," he says and frowns. "I, ah. I - didn't look quite myself, last time I saw you."

[littlebrowncat]

And a little brown cat happens to cross his path, twining around his legs with a purr.

[wishandwait]

"Oh!" Sasha says, and leans down to offer a skritch behind the ears, "Hello, Miss Cat."

[littlebrowncat]

*purrs, she likes this boy*