dear_mun | (no subject)

Here ya go buddy. *giving His Nibbs catnip* What are you doing wandering around here?

:Nooooo. That's not what I--:

[Sniff sniff... ROOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLL]

I know who's in charge, even here.

:Nooo. Give me coke, you dumb, hairless... thing.:

You always like catnip, what's wrong Mister?

*sorry, Carlos doesn't speak angry kitty :( *

Catnip is good, but it's not the brown bubbly beverage of deliciousness.

:Well, maybe you should fix that.:

Have a grumpy kitty face, Carlos.

Dude... did you just talk?

:If you value your dangly bits, you won't refer to me as 'dude' again.:

Are you Clarence Thomas's cat?

:... no.:

Need me to get that for you?

... Oh, hell, has Ramirez been giving you catnip again? Remind me to kick his ass.

[Have a shoulder-smash against your knee, because boy, do you and your thumbs come in handy.]

:Catnip has a time and place. Coke is forever.:

[Don't worry, he's pouring you some coke as we speak. Though you're lucky he didn't fall over after being body checked by the world's first housecat linebacker. :|]

"Sometimes I think you only love me for my thumbs and Mac's steak sandwiches."

[You should be used to it by now, Harry. He's training you to stop keeling over from knocks to... wherever. Shh.]

:Thumbs. Steak sandwiches. Shoes. Optimal sleeping spots...:

[And now come the ear-scritches. I'm sure you were getting to those next, though, right?]

[Melt]

:Have I told you I love you?:

[Headscritch headscritch headscritch.

He'd tell you how adorable that was except you'd probably get offended and stalk off. >:C ]

[He very likely would. And take one of your shoes with him - just because.

But for now, keep scritching, you beautiful wizard.]

:My mun would like to say that she's afraid to admit who else she plays, because it might make the scritching stop.:

[He would do no such thing. CONFESS, DAMN YOU.

In fact, as added incentive...

... Bellyscritchings. OH YES. I WENT THERE.]

[Oh... you are an evol, evol bastard. *oooooooooooze*]

:I say this under duress -- left please -- but she also plays pre-vamp Susan.:

[Wraps paws around your hand]

:Don't even think about stopping.:

[... HAVE YOU BY ANY CHANCE TAKEN A PASSING GANDER AT A LITTLE TOWN CALLED LUCETI.

Also bellyrubbings. Rubrubrubrub]

"I feel like I'm missing something."

[Shut up and keep the kitty motivated, Harry.]

[NO, I HAVE NOT. I AM NEW TO THE WAYS OF DW AND ALL ITS GLORIES! *kicks the passing trumpeters* Shut up.]

:Shh... it's nothing. More rubs and scritches and pretend that Butcher isn't a right bastard.:

[Cute kitty look of cute. You cannot fight it]

[We have to work quickly, or Harry will realize they're being uncharacteristically adorable.]

"I can hear you, you know."

[No, you can't. Shush.]

"... Alright, whatever. I just miss my freaking cat, is that so wrong?"

[Pet pet pet. Anyway,

luceti is the game. You just missed apps -sad- but more Dresden cast would be so amazing, you don't even know. Check it out.

And Butcher is a right bastard. He kicks me in the feels, man. He kicks me right in the feels.]

"Oh, yeah, poor you. Look what he does to his characters."

[Shut up and pet the cat.]

[TIE HIM UP!... I mean.. whut?]

:Hey, look... scritches AND coke... *leans out to try to lap from the bowl without moving much*:

[I could give it a peek. I don't know how well they'd take to a cat coming in a game. No much in the way of history/personality there. :| But I could try to bring him and Susan in anyway, for the next round - if I can figure it out.

Butcher can suck an egg. :|]

:He leaves the cat alone. Though... there IS that damn dog.:

[Aww, I like Mouse.]

"Hey, be nice, that dog's been just like a... dog to you."

[Mister wouldn't be appable, I don't think, though there are a very small few other animals. He could come in as a pet, though, they have rules for it. Also they have a one-muse-per-canon limit.]

"Hate to break it to you, Mister, but even you can only contort so far."