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[furgood]

Meulin Leijon
7752 Sweet Tea Alley
1334 Pound Cake Lane

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[bywolves]

I'm the worst criminal there is. [ Royce says dryly, settling back against the counter. He's quiet otherwise, content to just listen to them talk. He doesn't want to get too much in the way, especially when it's Alfie who invited her in the first place. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie snaps his fingers, suddenly remembering.]

Purrrrr - you had that in your note, as well. P-U-R-R, "purrfect". Why is that?

[furgood]

[She sips her tea, making a little face at just how strong the tea as it is and contemplates the addition of sugar and possibly milk.]

Purr--oh it's just a thing I used to do when I was younger. It still pops up once in a while. It annoyed some of my older friends so I sort of did it on purpose. [She grins] But my pa--family? The people I lived with didn't mind.

[bywolves]

How did that even come up? [ Royce asks, curious despite himself. ]

[devoutish]

The thing in the note? Talking about the time, I think. "Tomorrow afternoon is purrfect".

[furgood]

Well it was. [She takes another sip, smiling behind the cup and then adding a little sugar carefully] Is. Honestly, it's just a habit at this point. I've always been associated with cats. Sadly, I've never had one but still.

[bywolves]

Cats aren't terrible. [ It's dogs you have to watch out for, obviously. ]

[devoutish]

You are a cat, Royce. Cats sit on counters.

[furgood]

Cats are wonderful. You should be honored to compared to one. Even if I'm not entirely sure Alfie means it as a compliment.

[bywolves]

No, he means it as an insult because he can't stand when I sit on the counter. [ nyehhh ] Should probably leave the two of you alone to chat.

[devoutish]

[Alfie gives him a very quick eyebrow-raise - wondering if he's wingmanning because he'd told him Meulin was pretty.]

You wouldn't like tea?

[furgood]

[Meulin looks between them curiously. Honestly, she's wondering if she's unintentionally third wheeling ]

Really, I'm the one in your space, you don't have to leave?

[bywolves]

[ He might be wingmanning. Just a little. ]

Mm, but I wasn't the one invited over for tea. [ It's mild - he's relaxed. ] You talk. I've got errands to run.

[devoutish]

Hunting? Gonna bring us back something tasty?

[But he won't try to stop him - he'll let him go with a wave.]

[furgood]

[Well that relaxes her a touch, the easy way he acts. If she's intruding in some way, at least he doesn't really mind. She nods a little to him and smiles brightly ]

So many errands, I'm sure. It was lovely meeting you!

[bywolves]

[ He gives her a little incline of his head, nudges Alfie with his foot, and then jumps off the counter. ]

Maybe I'll bring back fish. [ He says, with a small smile. And then he'll be off! He'll leave them to chatting. ]

[devoutish]

He's quiet around new people.

[Alfie says to Meulin, by way of explanation.]

Gets a bit squirrely, that's all.

[furgood]

No it's fine. Honestly, he's not half as bad as some of my friends. He didn't glare or anything. Some people just take a while to warm up.

[Her standards haven't been set particularly high really but still ]

I really didn't mean to run him off. Unless he does that often?

[devoutish]

No, you didn't run him off; you really didn't. He likes hunting more than visiting, that's all.

[furgood]

Well, then I don't feel quite so bad.

[She sets her tea down and finally takes a good look around] You're settling in well too, aren't you? You seem to be quite comfortable here.

[devoutish]

In Norfinbury, we spent months walking round in circles, living out of ruined houses.

[He holds a hand out to encompass the small house.]

It's a novelty, this.

[furgood]

[Her lips press thin and she glances down. ]

I hear it's generally not the best out in the places we're all from. It's nice to have some place that reminds you that things aren't always that...bleak.

What about before that? You were from somewhere else right? Was it like this?

[devoutish]

No.

[With his own cup of tea, he sinks down into one of the living room chairs, gesturing for her to take a seat too if she wants.]

London's a city - a very big city. It's crowded and dirty, not much like the country at all. But it's home.

[furgood]

[Gathering up her cup, she settles where it's easy to see him speak and watches him intently ]

It sounds more like a district than... [She pauses and shakes her head ] I suppose I meant more the people, the atmosphere but I understand what you mean. I've seen places like that. Crowded, dirty, not exactly where one might want to live but it's home.

[devoutish]

I'd rather live in the city than the countryside, me. Even with the dirt and the air and water you can't drink.