[ A slow, mild grin spreads across his face, making his eyes narrow in that deceptively [[soft]] way. ]

A [ fight ] of course.

Brows raise just a fraction high enough to affect a highly unimpressed expression, arms crossing as he shifts his weight to one leg.

No, indeed, he is not buying that at all.

"Perhaps an artisan is in order, you'd be better served to commission a [ scratching post ] instead."

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[[ when you think you're not a twink but you look up & He's suddenly there. ]]

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[[ GIGGLING ]]

Careful.

Might mistake that for an [ invitation. ]

A low rumble starts in his chest, just loud enough to be picked up by sensitive little kitty ears. A sound of mild amusement.

Slowly slanting his gaze her way as they narrow with a mock ‘smile.’

“ [ Begging ] for attention, are we?”

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[ Acting like he hadn’t been looking at all. ]

[ He’s not one to judge a beast’s antics. ]

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[[ perfect. = ) ]]

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[[ he'll be so incredibly amused by that. so tiny. he'll sit down if he's ever feeling pity for that little neck. ]]

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[[ & thats with him still being shorter than his usual 7'8" ]]