rose: play dress-up

[fluthlu]

[In want of a quiet place to knit, Rose has taken her yarn and her needles into the library this morning, and commandeered a table near the back. She's just finishing up what looks like a tiny, purple sweater, but the recipient of the garment doesn't seem to like it took much.]

Edgar, yarn isn't a digestible material. Please refrain from eating your own clothing.

[A tiny black kitten, who's been rolling around on the table, gently drops the sweater sleeve from his mouth before meowing loudly into the journal and hopping off the table to explore the rest of the library.]

((ooc: open post!))

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[fluthlu]

[Rose looks up from her knitting.]

Careful. He hasn't yet learned that strangers' hands are not there for him to assassinate.

[punk_cute]

But you don't mean it, do you, little guy?

[Yes he croons that at the cat. He's a sucker for cute things. Then he smiles at Rose.]

What's his name? Oh! And what're you knitting?

[fluthlu]

His name is Edgar.

[She gives a gentle smile, and gestures to the sweater.]

This is intended to be a sweater for him, but I'm afraid he isn't quite taking the bait.

[punk_cute]

Cute name.

[And Kanji laughs.]

I'm sure he'll like it. Just...maybe not as a sweater.

[fluthlu]

Yes, he doesn't quite seem to get the general idea. I suppose that's what I get for attempting to clothe the vaguely-domesticated.

[punk_cute]

I'm sure he likes it in his own way. It looks pretty nice already.

[fluthlu]

Thank you. It's a bit of an experiment, admittedly. I haven't owned a cat since I began knitting, until now.

[punk_cute]

Not sure they like wearing it, but I sure know they like playing with it.

[fluthlu]

Yes, I seem to be learning that lesson the hard way.