TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

Comments

[sixfeetofdirt]

Things are fine. She's a cat. They aren't complicated.

[is this really all you wanted buddy??]

[manavore]

{ He tuts his tongue a bit. }

She's not just a cat, surely. A companion at the very least.

{ Can he not talk about cats without suspicion?? }

[sixfeetofdirt]

She's a cat, Gale. I think your experience with your tressym has given you unreasonable expectations.

[if anyone so much as looked at her funny he would tear them in half]

[manavore]

I'm sure plenty would say the same thing about their pets, tressym or otherwise. I'm merely doing my diligence as a - { Friend? } - as someone who was witness to your mild panic upon first receiving her.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Please, darling, it was uncertainty at most.

Anyway, yes, she's fine. She's getting very...large.

[manavore]

Uncertainty, panic. We can agree to disagree.

( Can you hear the amusement in his voice? )

Ah, yes, they will do that.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Don't be obtuse, Gale, I know cats grow. She's getting very large for a cat.

[manavore]

Why, Astarion, I would never dream of being such a way.

( He absolutely would and is. )

[sixfeetofdirt]

In the same way that fish don't dream of swimming.

[It's just ALL THAT THEY DO AT ALL TIMES.]

Was there anything else?

[manavore]

As a matter of face, no.