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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/1/2017 2:05:46 AM
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The cat rolled onto its side, sprawling out and stretching. It didn't seem to know.
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"...This'll end terribly, but.." [i]Irina lifted up the cat, cradling it a little and stroking its belly. She couldn't help herself - she was psychopathic, had murdered hundreds, yet...well, she simply couldn't.[/i]
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The cat meowed in delight, nuzzling his nose against her chest. He had a collar, a name seen on it. It read: "Felix."
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"Felix? Cute name. Certainly cuter than Quincy. Or Sketch." [i]Irina was the type to diss people constantly. So don't get triggered when you read this.[/i] [i]She stroked the cat's head softly, metallic fingers rushing past it's soft fur as the Vileblood bothered to sit down against - a chair that had appeared in the simulation.[/i]
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The cat put a gentle paw to her cheek, meowing. Under his name on the collar, it read: "Therapeutic Domestic Animal." It seemed his job was to keep everyone happy.
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[i]He was doing his job well. At least, for Irina, as she continued to pet and stroke his back. It would be embarrassing if someone saw the Vileblood cuddling a cat, but..[/i]
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The cat stretched out in her arms, yawning, before curling up. Felix's eyes slowly closed until he fell asleep. He purred softly, his chest rising and falling.
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[i]Irina didn't fall asleep, but she did continue to cradle the little thing, holding it tightly to her chest as she rocked back and forth in her chair.[/i]
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[spoiler]If you want to keep the cat, it's all yours btw.[/spoiler]
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((Irina would want to, but...well, she'd want other people to be comforted by it.))
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