#here: kitty/lyusha (nickname kinda like lis)

[acidcorrodes]

"Walking's fine," he nods, accepting the offer. Before they leave to the bar, though, he glances around like he's looking for something. He seems to spot it in the corner of the alley, by the dumpster. "Котенка!" he says toward the darkness, in a friendly voice. A small rustling is heard but nothing else happens. He waits a moment before calling again, this time with more urgency. "Люша!" This time, the rustling stops and a small, black and white cat with bright green eyes emerges from the darkness.

The cat walks right up to Dmitry, behind him and then through his legs to sit at his feet, tail displaying friendly caution as she observes the stranger curiously. She meows and he picks her up, holding her close. "We're going with him," he says to her. "It'll be fine, c'mon." Then he sets her down again and nods to the taller man to indicate they can go. "That's my cat, Lisbeth."

“ fair enough. ” a nod and a quick swivel of his head to place the pair of them and locate the nearest drinking spot, not one to turn down a drink and certainly not one to begrudge the other his small request, if it means not being made to think he’s utterly losing his mind. he nods in the direction of the nearest bar, a landmark that one can trust oliver nlsson to know in any major city he frequents. “ there’s a dive about a block that way, if you don’t mind the walk. drinks are on me. ”