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Black Cat ([personal profile] coineater) wrote2023-12-09 10:15 am
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BLACK CAT
[un: gatto]

(note: cat is unfamiliar with this level of technology/accessible communication, and icly takes a bit of time to respond.)

(for action, he lives in a smaller than
average hill house.)

. action | text | voice | video .
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[personal profile] fragmentaryblue 2024-10-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Blue will accept his concession of defeat with another smug smile. She's certain that it's not something he wanted to hear, but it needed to be said. The last thing she wants to see is that AI anywhere near Inigo... or Cat regretting his silence. Some things were too important to be left unsaid. Even she wishes at times, in the small hours of the night, that she had been bolder sooner.]

[The idea that she would pit him against someone like that is laughable, though.]

She won't hear your name from my lips. And if she dares to come within fifty meters of you, I'll melt her hardware myself.

[She might do it anyway. For fun.]

[Or she might tease Cat a little more, so long as she's trapped in this makeshift infirmary. After a moment's pause, she adds:]

...Is he a good kisser, at least?
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[personal profile] coineater 2024-10-10 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Ha. And he thought he had problems with puppets. He'll have to ask more about that WHEN SHE ISN'T BEING SO FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL? IN HIS HOUSE??]

Look at that! Time for some medicine, isn't it?

[The clock is too far away for him to check, and he certainly can't see it well enough. But yep, it's definitely time. He's just gonna go rustle around in his kitchen area, which isn't as far away from the couch as he would like, in this very moment!]
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[personal profile] fragmentaryblue 2024-10-10 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[His retreat back to the kitchen is accompanied by laughter, quiet as necessitated by her present state of being, but genuine nonetheless. If that makes her disrespectful, then so be it. Can she be blamed for trading some disrespect for a warmth that has nothing to do with her fever?]

[She exhales her fondness with another sigh, for the young man now busying himself in his kitchen.]

More seriously... If you do need any further advice, you can always ask me. I promise to tease you only a little.
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