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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[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.