[in the library, gluttony is sitting in a plush chair with a white cat held on its back in their lap. they have both of the cat's front paws held captive in their hands.
and they are gently squishing the toe beans under their thumb.]
Ahh... Such soft, pliable beauties, like precious gemstones on the crown of a queen...
But this is also so much to walk into. She's just going to stare, some tuna chunks in hand because she gets the feeling they would get super judgey over the canned stuff? Yeah.]
Ah. [oh. they clear their throat, and release the paws of the cat.] Hello, Mrs. Hammond.
[she'll find there are actually three other cats in the room as well, aside from the white one in gluttony's lap. a familiar black one, a fluffy orange one, and a tortoise shell one.
the black one sticks its tail up and hooks the end to one side, prancing over toward sheila curiously. the orange one folds its ears back and hurriedly turns into liquid beneath one of the couches to hide. the tortoise shell one is... sitting on the back of the chair with gluttony and staring off into space?]
[CATTES... Forget about Monday's cursed dinner. This is officially the best week between the dog park and all these hecking cats. She has enough foresight to, like, hold out her hand to the black cat when it approaches her, letting it sniff her first.]
[the black cat scoots up like a train, giving sheila's hand a sniff. it sort of rears its head back a bit in confusion. smells bizarre. but it still goes back to sort of look in her hand like ??? where the fck is the food, lady?]
That is Judas.
[the black cat.] This is Delilah. [they pet the white one in their lap, and then motion to the tortoise shell behind them.] This is Jezebel. And-- [oh, right. the orange one went under the couch.
And I think Judas has never sniffed anyone undead before. [Shakes the tuna baggy at the catte.] Do they have their own bowls? Because dumping fish on the library floor seems like a crime against literature.
[they seem to sit a little straighter at the "compliment." wow, yes, THANK YOU for noticing, sheila. finally.]
I do not believe he has, no. Excuse his offense.
[judas paws at the baggy, but not with claws.]
Yes, one moment. [gluttony shifts the white cat up and beside them, and then they stand. from their sleeve, they pull pristine, white dinner plate which they place on the floor. it has JUDAS on it in elegant script.] Here you are.
[but then they pull out three more plates to put them down, too, a few spaces apart. DELILAH. JEZEBEL. and CAIN which gets put even farther away.]
[The fact she is the first to point it out is so sad. Gluttony, your biblical names.]
He's fine! He hasn't tried to pry the tuna out of my cold, dead hands, so I would call him a perfect gentleman. Isn't that right, Judas?
[Judas will probably ignore but, like, she will coo at him anyway while she starts depositing the treats in their fancy ass plates. These cats are eating with more style and elegance than half of the humans in this building, damn.]
So... Before I continue flattering your very handsome friend, no hard feelings over Monday?
[dw ate this when i was dying from second stab... i am so sorry.]
Thank you.
[all of the cats make a rush for the bowls except jezebel who continues to stare off into space for a long moment before realizing, and cain who... simply looks his beady little bastard eyes out from under the couch.]
It was not very good manners, though I am not angry, of course.
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week 3, wednesday
and they are gently squishing the toe beans under their thumb.]
Ahh... Such soft, pliable beauties, like precious gemstones on the crown of a queen...
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But this is also so much to walk into. She's just going to stare, some tuna chunks in hand because she gets the feeling they would get super judgey over the canned stuff? Yeah.]
Hi. Should I give you two a minute...?
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[she'll find there are actually three other cats in the room as well, aside from the white one in gluttony's lap. a familiar black one, a fluffy orange one, and a tortoise shell one.
the black one sticks its tail up and hooks the end to one side, prancing over toward sheila curiously. the orange one folds its ears back and hurriedly turns into liquid beneath one of the couches to hide. the tortoise shell one is... sitting on the back of the chair with gluttony and staring off into space?]
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[CATTES... Forget about Monday's cursed dinner. This is officially the best week between the dog park and all these hecking cats. She has enough foresight to, like, hold out her hand to the black cat when it approaches her, letting it sniff her first.]
Who are all your friends?
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That is Judas.
[the black cat.] This is Delilah. [they pet the white one in their lap, and then motion to the tortoise shell behind them.] This is Jezebel. And-- [oh, right. the orange one went under the couch.
it gives a lackluster hiss.]
That is Cain.
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[She snorts, though, cooing a little at Judas.]
And I think Judas has never sniffed anyone undead before. [Shakes the tuna baggy at the catte.] Do they have their own bowls? Because dumping fish on the library floor seems like a crime against literature.
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I do not believe he has, no. Excuse his offense.
[judas paws at the baggy, but not with claws.]
Yes, one moment. [gluttony shifts the white cat up and beside them, and then they stand. from their sleeve, they pull pristine, white dinner plate which they place on the floor. it has JUDAS on it in elegant script.] Here you are.
[but then they pull out three more plates to put them down, too, a few spaces apart. DELILAH. JEZEBEL. and CAIN which gets put even farther away.]
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He's fine! He hasn't tried to pry the tuna out of my cold, dead hands, so I would call him a perfect gentleman. Isn't that right, Judas?
[Judas will probably ignore but, like, she will coo at him anyway while she starts depositing the treats in their fancy ass plates. These cats are eating with more style and elegance than half of the humans in this building, damn.]
So... Before I continue flattering your very handsome friend, no hard feelings over Monday?
[Wrath enhanced food fights... were a mistake.]
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Thank you.
[all of the cats make a rush for the bowls except jezebel who continues to stare off into space for a long moment before realizing, and cain who... simply looks his beady little bastard eyes out from under the couch.]
It was not very good manners, though I am not angry, of course.
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Sheila wiggles her fingies in Cain's direction from her current position. Pspspsps? Little bastard?]
Oh, good. The next time he drives me up the fucking wall, I promise I will retaliate away from the dinner table.