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[deathsdoctor]

[Law’s journal clicks on, thanks to the meddling of two annoying houseguests, far, far away from the man (who is manfully restraining some violent urges towards his visitors.), and records the following conversation.]

*Hic* - Hey! Hey, Jack! You gotta try this orange soda. It’s got some kick.

Santa’s going to be mad at you. No drinking on the job! … uh, where did you find that stuff, anyway?

[Inquiring elves want to know, okay?]

Friiiiiiiiidge.

… yeah. Just... don't touch anything in there anymore. Now where did those two goo--- oh? Did you hear that? Mike? [The faint sound of high pitched mewing.] Chris Christmas! MIKE! Get back here. We’re on a mission!

KITTENS!

That’s very nice, Mike. Now leave them alone before the mama… oh dear… mommy cats--- MIKE, JUST RUN!

… a~aah… *hic*?

….

AAAAH!

Good kitties! NICE KITTI---AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

... every year. Hang on Mike, I'm coming!



[Footsteps sound and the journal is picked up, revealing a green clad elf brandishing a candy cane wildly and danging in air by the collar from a gray cat's mouth, while a red clad elf is sobbing hysterically under the paw of a black cat surrounded by her three kittens, just a day old.

Law sighs loudly. Cranky pirate captain doctor is cranky:]

Troublesome. What have you gotten into now? We were trying to sleep.

H-hey, you! Get us out of here! We'll put in a good word with Santa for you and your boyfriend! [DON'T LET THEM EAT US!] ... p-please? We won't even tell him about that naughty book you have. Come on...

... and if all I want is for you two to leave and never come back?

... uh... but... Santa... ugh, you're in so much trouble, Mike... ..n..noo... If you don't do this, you'll end on the naughty list! Santa's watching!

... hn. [Yeah... that's really helping your case, fellas.] Fine.

[The journal cuts off.]

Comments

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[deathsdoctor]

Hm, I'm not surprised. [When said mortal has a habit of appearing out of thin air (and spooking people), a little heads up is required. Law's a stalker. You're more than a little paranoid. He'd like to reduce the chance of a bad startle a little. It's just good sense.] He's not really a people person.

[Meet mama cat and her three kittens, only a day old. Nearby a gray cat sits attentively.]

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[complicatedliar]

Hm.

[Loki nods, but his attention is really on the cat, and the kittens. They are certainly dear, tiny little balls of fluff, and he's always gotten along with animals far better than people.

Still, he approaches carefully and makes friends with the mama cat before turning his attention to the kittens. After a moment he goes from crouching to simply sitting cross-legged on the floor.]

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[deathsdoctor]

[Sumire sniffs this man and allows him to touch her children. But she's watching, as any good mother does her babies. She did not appreciate the elves nosing at them earlier.

The black tabby is the most curious. Even while blind and barely able to move yet, Loki's able to draw her attention from her mother (and dinner).]

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[complicatedliar]

[Loki appreciates the curiosity, even in one so young. It's a trait that certainly calls to him. While cautiously keeping the sensibilities of the mother cat in mind, he carefully pets the kitten, and lets it play with one of his fingers.]

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[deathsdoctor]

[Playing with one finger involves a lot of nuzzling, some feeble pawing, and a little licking.]

She likes you.

[Very quietly said. Law's sitting on the cough and has been content to just observe the god and the cats.]

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[complicatedliar]

[Loki wears the sort of smile he does not often have, something warm and rather affectionate.] I like cats. She's a dear little thing, no mistake.

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[deathsdoctor]

Takes after her mother that way. [Sumire is normally a very friendly cat. But you know... maternal instincts.] I'm going to guess she's your pick of the litter?

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[complicatedliar]

She seems to have picked me.