After wandering around for a bit, Bast decided that the greasy-hair guy that stank of chemicals and cooking did not have and would not give her a straw. Her tail was still twitching from her goodbye to John. Why had she done that? And why was she still thinking about it? A year or so ago, she would've give him more than that and walked away without thinking about except to maybe gloat slightly. It must be the new shape - what was it that writer guy had said? 'If cat and man were to be mixed, it would improve the man, but degrade the cat.' If only he knew...
As she sat down on the spot that the screwdriver-guy had recently vacated, she noticed that angel was giggling. And not a good giggle, either.
//Uriel?// She asked cautiously. //Are you okay?//
She ran a quick mental check. The baby was fine. Must be something else, then.
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Date: 2006-08-26 11:39 am (UTC)As she sat down on the spot that the screwdriver-guy had recently vacated, she noticed that angel was giggling. And not a good giggle, either.
//Uriel?// She asked cautiously. //Are you okay?//
She ran a quick mental check. The baby was fine. Must be something else, then.