actualtirefire

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Cool, cool, cool. "Yeah, great high-five, man." But also, she scooted closer and snuck arms around him to squeeze him real pressure therapy style. It's a risk, but she was gunna take it.

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“Hey, Roka.” Quietly. Timidly. “Can I get a high-five?”

"Yeah, dude." She put her hand up. Buyer beware. She wasn't up to anything nasty, though.

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HE TOOK MY COMPUTER CHARGER

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t4t? oh no i think you misunderstood me. i said tnt. we’re going to explode you. with a bomb

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Gave him a light punch on the upper arm. That's the spirit for sure.

"Eh? Oh, they're good. I have three now." She brought out phone and held up screen to flip through the orange boy snuggling up to a rabbit, the nakkie one curled up in a sunspot on a cat tree, and the new one; a tortie with a bobbed off tail that was blurred as they chased after an orange boy blur.

"The new on is Bobbert. Bobb for short!"

Fal used to use it less. Can’t seem to break out of it much now, less of a poker face and more of an involuntary emotional wall.

Kitten softened them up a lot.

“Damn right.” They may doubt their ability to socialize without a kitten crutch, and their ability to win a fight, get a job, etc etc. but they WILL be the best kitty parent this world has ever seen.

The other stuff they’ll figure out with time.

Falcata tucked the kitten back nice and warm in their arms under their coat. “How’re yours?”

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She was good with those. Used them herself. Just less often than her older representative.

"That's the spirit. You're going to be a great cat parent to Daisy-dukes there."

Roka snorted with a pbbbffft. "I mean...they don't even have a spot......"

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"Listen. Every cat is a tiny toddler that knows the concept of crimes and don't you ever forget. They will take advantage the second you do." Roka huffed through another near laugh.

Roka snorted with a pbbbffft. "I mean...they don't even have a spot......"

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Roka snorted with a pbbbffft. "I mean...they don't even have a spot......"

"Yeah, sure, but there's something special about a cat having a government name and a nickname." Roka advised, slowly lowering her hands. "Holly and Daisy are nice, but at the vet or when acting up? Hollandaise!"

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"Yeah, sure, but there's something special about a cat having a government name and a nickname." Roka advised, slowly lowering her hands. "Holly and Daisy are nice, but at the vet or when acting up? Hollandaise!"

Roka wheezed a little. "Listen, kitten fever is a thing." She covered her own eyes with her hands after that adorable yawn.

"Call 'em Hollandaise. Like the sauce."

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Roka wheezed a little. "Listen, kitten fever is a thing." She covered her own eyes with her hands after that adorable yawn.

"Call 'em Hollandaise. Like the sauce."

"Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffucking." She snorted hard and laughed then reached and fiddled the kitten's little ears. "Cute. You name 'em yet?"

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"Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffucking." She snorted hard and laughed then reached and fiddled the kitten's little ears. "Cute. You name 'em yet?"

They gave her a hard stare. Then when she finally approached, they opened one half of their coat.

A tiny fuzzy head poked out, cradled securely in Falcata's arms.

JOKE'S ON YOU, THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE FRIENDS! FOOL! IDIOT! Look at this kitten! They have a fucking kitten here!

Don't tell them this makes them Lark Lite, that guy's face tried to kill them and they won't take it well.

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Pressed her hands together to mentally ask 'why are you like this' then came over. "If you punch me, I punch harder. Promise." Forewarned.

"Even I know that's not a good way to make friends."

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"Even I know that's not a good way to make friends."

Falcata is hanging out wearing a big-ass duster coat over their shoulders (arms inside) and dark sunglasses. In the dark. Glancing at anyone who might be around like they're a threat.

Being entirely unsuspicious.

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Gift drop-off for Roka! A new hooded leather jacket from Lake with a more winter-inclined heaviness to it (gift receipt included; she may prefer to stick to one jacket and that’s okay!), and from Lark is a carved wooden cat in his best attempt to carve a wrinkly hairless cat. It’s a little rough, but hopefully cuter for it.

Both wrapped presents were dropped off by Lake on her doorstep. Merry Christmas!

Viktor found the packages first, but seeing the recipient name he just did a cursory mail inspection for danger then put them inside on the kitchen table for her to get to. She was sleeping in late. He went back to cleaning.

Roka woke in late afternoon and blinking a good bit while Viktor was speaking. Did, eventually, open the packages. B'aw, cute. She shrugged the leather coat on and held up the cat while she conscripted Vik to taking a picture with her phone.

Of which she sent to Lake afterward with a 'thanks' under the description.

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Never walk into a cage willingly. If you're already in one: break out.

Digital faux linocut.

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my observation from 2 months of kittens