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rose: play dress-up
[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.]
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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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Not a sheep. Huh.
Although he does get it onto his snout and accidentally flips it onto his eyes. He holds his head up and gives a baffled sound.]
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Excellent work.
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You remind me of my old cat, do you know that?
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I did have another one, at home. Quite a long time ago.
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He's a dragon; forgive him if the idea of death other than by sword or axe evades him.]
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[She watches his face closely for a reaction. This is all a bit absurd to her.]
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Which is obviously an answer to her question.]