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[personal profile] sharkgirl 2023-09-23 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[she shifts, reaching to bap the side of his face with her paw.]

You talk about him a lot. [this is a neutral statement - she doesn't think it's a bad thing, really, she just has noticed that he doesn't sing his own praises very much.]
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[personal profile] sharkgirl 2023-09-23 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, if I ever run into him, I'm going to tell him all his embarrassing stories back to him.

[...] Was it just the two of you?
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[personal profile] sharkgirl 2023-09-23 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[she squirms when he says that, in a way that makes it seem like she's just coincidentally bunting him. she is allergic to sorry, so she doesn't say it.]

What got him? [he doesn't have to answer, she's just curious.]
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[personal profile] sharkgirl 2023-09-23 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[she listens, maybe to her credit.

we promised we'd be pirates so we could be free feels so similar, like the echo of a promise she made once. she frowns, as much as her kitty face allows, and then:]


Why'd they shoot it down? Just for no reason? [she sounds a little angry on his behalf, almost.] ... That's garbage, that - sucks.

[her tail wraps gently around his wrist where he's scritching, bracing.]
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[personal profile] sharkgirl 2023-09-23 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
... That's good of you, you know.

[maybe she's allergic to sorry, but not this as much.] Not everybody would just pick up like that, like, they just. They just wouldn't.

[a beat, and then a little fiercely:] You're good too.

[after he's spent half an hour trying to remind her that she's got a soul, she can't just let he was a lot better slide.]