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[captainkink]

Look what I got!

Comments

[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.

[captainkink]

Iiii doubt that.

[trickor]

Ah.

Well. Perhaps it could be taught.

[captainkink]

What.

[trickor]

Intelligence.

[captainkink]

. . . What??

[trickor]

There's no need for such incredulity. I'm not asking it to be able to read.

[captainkink]

Thank god for small fucking mercies.

[trickor]

[rolls his eyes and pokes the kitten's nose]

[captainkink]

[ he chuckles at that ]

[trickor]

What will she eat, and how often?

[captainkink]

Cat food, fish, milk. Probably three times a day.

[trickor]

[half nod, absently stroking the kitten (who is falling asleep)]

...I shall do some further research, I believe. In the meantime, where might we acquire--cat food?

[captainkink]

The shop should have some.

[trickor]

Will you make the necessary arrangements, or shall I?

[captainkink]

We can split them between us.

[trickor]

Acceptable.

[captainkink]

Glad to hear it.

[trickor]

[...sits down on his bed, lowering Night to curl up on his lap

sleepy kitten is sleepy]

[captainkink]

See? It's nice isn't it?

[trickor]

We'll see.

[captainkink]

I guess we will.

[ sitting next to him ]