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[molotov]

[Molotov has been a cat for nearly a month now. She's gotten used to it, and she might even sort of like it, since being a little kitten gets her WAY more leniency with being an asshole. Also she can fit pretty much anywhere, which is super handy for spying on people and breaking into places. Not that it matters much, what with being a cat, but she's totally been listening to people's secrets and also doing things like sneezing adorably into their faces (on purpose).

She's out and about tonight, having snuck out of her own room and away from her weird, clingy husband, and she's prowling around, doing things like hunting shoelaces and puffing up at her own shadow. Also she's probably trying to annoy you. Whatever will you do?]

[Good morning, House! Surely you've by now adjusted to constantly being tormented by a cat who seems to get in everywhere and likes to pounce on your feet while you try to sleep.

Molotov has, indeed, done the pouncing thing for an hour or two, but she got bored of that quickly enough. There were a few hours of knocking things over and gently batting at his face, but little kitties tire easily, and Molotov accidentally fell asleep curled up under the arm of a man who was not her husband.

Which would be totally cool… if she was still a cat, and not a naked grown woman in a rhinestone collar.

So that's one way to break a loss, castle.]

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[atrophied]

[ …

Well. this is certainly one the best things to wake up to.

Until you remember who it is.

Something tells him this is gonna hurt.

So he's just going to fake sleeping and hope it passes quickly.


After getting a good look in, though. If he's going to lose his balls over this, he'll at least keep the mental image. ]

[molotov]

[To her credit, Molotov does not intentionally hurt House.

When she inhales and stirs, shortly after he wakes, there's a single, precious moment before she realizes exactly what's going on. And then she frantically crawls out of this foreign bed, kicking House right in the leg several times as she scrambles for some sort of clothing. A shirt, preferably.]

[atrophied]

[ That makes him stop faking and fast. He hisses in pain and tugs his legs as well as he's able away from her. ]

Watch it! I've only got the one and a half!

[molotov]

[Molotov peers over the edge of the bed (she has fallen to the floor in her panic), and makes a dismissive noise.]

Stop being a baby. You are not the naked one here. Where are your clothes?

[atrophied]

Have you tried the closet?

[ He'll even be nice and point to it. ]

[molotov]

Close your eyes!

[atrophied]

I'm a doctor. There is nothing you have I haven't seen before.

At least I hope so.

[ex_garroter234]

[The number of cats roaming this place is disturbing.

Not that Micheletto has seen more than this one cat, but still. One is enough. He's currently just leaning against a pillar in the lobby eating an apple, when this cat struts across the room.

He frowns at it, eyes narrowed, and wonders if he can shoo it outside without killing it.]

[molotov]

[Molotov notices this stranger's displeasure, and immediately takes offense. She's been around forever, this is basically her stupid castle now! How dare he be unhappy that she's around?

So she immediately walks over to him and casually throws up at his feet. Fuck you, sir.]

[ex_garroter234]

[Wow, that's disgusting. Micheletto makes an incredibly displeased face and shoos at the kitten with his foot.]

Leave, cat.

[molotov]

[Molotov attacks his foot! She bites his boot and digs her little claws into the leather.]

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto jerks his foot violently, trying to get her off him without actually kicking her.]

Off!

[molotov]

[NO! She starts trying to scale his leg.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Is this robot walking around with a long flowing scarf in reach? I think he is.]

[molotov]

[Is this a kitten, stalking that scarf? It absolutely is. She stalks it for several good moments before attacking.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Not the scarf, anything but the scarf! It takes him a moment to realize his scarf is being assaulted. But when he does he tries to lightly pull it away from the kitten.]

Not a toy.

[Being firm with the kitten.]

[molotov]

[Unfortunately, grown women in kitten bodies don't care about firmness. Molotov holds tight to the scarf, making a growling noise low in her throat as she tugs it the other way. GIVE IT OVER.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Unfortunately, a single kitten tugging wont budge this machine. He's going to give it a little tug back. Challenge accepted Molokitty Cat-tease.]

[molotov]

[Molotov has her claws dug in now, and she's willing to shred the scarf if it means she gets it. Her little back paws are sliding on the floor, but still she keeps clutching this obvious toy.]

[assassino]

[Ah, it's that damn cat he's seen a dozen times or so this past month. He grins when he sees her, glad that he has no more ribbons to steal, even if it means his hair is loose.

Take that, cat.]

[molotov]

[Oh okay, well that's fine. Molotov just runs up to him and meows expectantly.]

[assassino]

What do you want this time, gattina?

[molotov]

[She rubs against his leg, and meows again.

Pick me up, basically, is the gist. She may think of Ezio as a vehicle.]

[assassino]

[He sighs and bends to pat her briefly.]

[molotov]

[Incorrect! She sits up on her back legs for a moment, and catches his hand. It's adorable.]