[IC]

[captainkink]

Look what I got!

Comments

[trickor]

I--don't think I should.

[captainkink]

Why not?

[trickor]

I don't know how.

[captainkink]

Loki, it's a cat. C'mon, show me your hands. It's not hard.

[trickor]

[...okay]

[captainkink]

See, just hold her close and she'll be fine.

[trickor]

[s-super awkward]

[captainkink]

[ chuckles as the cat paws at Loki's face ]

[trickor]

[leeeans back, though he's careful to keep his hands cupped and level]

[captainkink]

[ really ]

[trickor]

[HOW DOES I PET?]

[captainkink]

Try scratching her behind the ears.

[trickor]

[eyes doubtfully... but does]

[captainkink]

[ Night purrs and Jim grins ]

See?

[trickor]

...Ah.

[keeps doing it]

[captainkink]

She likes you.

[trickor]

She doesn't know any better.

[captainkink]

Loki, she's a cat.

[trickor]

Exactly. There's no accounting for taste.

[captainkink]

You are not using a cat to prove your self-loathing issues right now, okay, you just don't.

Now shush and let the cat love you.

[trickor]

Did you just tell me to "shush".

[captainkink]

Yes, I told you to shush. You were getting ridiculous.

[trickor]

I am never ridiculous.

[captainkink]

You were judging a cat on its taste, Loki.

[trickor]

Surely it's intelligent enough to have its own opinions.