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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.)
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Not that it helps defend against Fox's following accusation, which he meets with a frown. It might be embarrassing to consider what had been 'promised', if it wasn't so unexpected in the first place. It didn't sound like her usual tease, so Cat crosses his arms and pivots to face her, squinting to put what little light he could make out again to use. It doesn't help.]
Oh please, you met him. Besides, even if he were capable of it, what would the point of that be? I'm hardly worth such a long con.
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[What he can't see of her expression and the tight body language of her own crossed arms is made up for in her tone: All of the authority that the Volfe family bred in her before she flew from their nest, now on full display for him.]
You're not going away with him. I won't have it. You need to stay where I can see you.
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Cat's hand moves to his dagger and draws it at her words, certain now that the bells he hears around her are alarms and not the soft, guiding tinkling he's come to expect from his sister. Even at their reunion, fresh from tragedy, Fox hadn't been so intent on keeping close to him that she turned controlling. Everything they'd done -- together, apart -- had been a partnership. She wouldn't refuse him a relationship he held dear to him, regardless of misgivings. All the regrets they had weren't so strong that they would get in the way of the trust they put in each other, or the value they held for each other's happiness, after all.]
You're not my sister. What are you?