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Glazed orbs nearly doubled in size at the manifestation of a feline, the purest of God's creations. An urge to stroke and squeeze the small creatures paws bubbled up within, only to be squashed by the sight of a rather extensive booze horde. Most of the brand names flew right over his head, so the unrefined Cro-Magnon pretended to be incapable of reaching a resolve.
"It doesn't matter," he mounted an unclaimed stool. "Anything is fine. I...don't really have a favourite with these sorts of things." Not right now, anyway.
Keeping his peepers fixed on the pet balancing upon its owner, admiring effortless grace and beauty from afar, he was struck with unpredicted homesick pangs. Despite assuredness there was nothing worth going back to, the strays that returned chow and treats with purrs challenged his view of a simple, mostly untroubled life he had squandered. A million mile gap now separating them, the only question he could ponder was if the kitties would be better off without a breathing food dispenser.
"Oh, well, I'm sure the boy's an angel." Glen's mind still conjured conjectures of a slobbering mini-beast. "Just hoping he doesn't mind me taking up room here. I know how it feels to share space with...strangers. Ahem, uh, so how long have you known the little guy?"
He motioned towards the fluffy scarf wrapped around Lucid's neck. "Yves, I mean."
"It doesn't matter," he mounted an unclaimed stool. "Anything is fine. I...don't really have a favourite with these sorts of things." Not right now, anyway.
Keeping his peepers fixed on the pet balancing upon its owner, admiring effortless grace and beauty from afar, he was struck with unpredicted homesick pangs. Despite assuredness there was nothing worth going back to, the strays that returned chow and treats with purrs challenged his view of a simple, mostly untroubled life he had squandered. A million mile gap now separating them, the only question he could ponder was if the kitties would be better off without a breathing food dispenser.
"Oh, well, I'm sure the boy's an angel." Glen's mind still conjured conjectures of a slobbering mini-beast. "Just hoping he doesn't mind me taking up room here. I know how it feels to share space with...strangers. Ahem, uh, so how long have you known the little guy?"
He motioned towards the fluffy scarf wrapped around Lucid's neck. "Yves, I mean."
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