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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.]

Comments

[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.]

[assassino]

[It is adorable, but he is hard to sway. He gently pulls his hand away so he can pet her again.]

Is that enough, gattina?

[molotov]

[She meows disapprovingly, then jumps, trying to catch his clothing so she can climb him.]

[assassino]

[He sighs and then grabs her by the scruff to lift her up himself.]

I have grown wise to your tricks.

[molotov]

[She mews sadly, going stiff as he scruffs her, and just peers at him with her big, pretty cat eyes. So green!]

[assassino]

[Contemplative look.]

Strange eyes, for a cat.

[molotov]

[Yeah, they kind of look like the eye of someone you know, huh Ezio? Molotov wiggles one of her little paws, although being scruffed keeps her pretty immobile.]

[assassino]

[They really do.

He pauses. Come to think of it, he hasn't seen Molotov in weeks...]

Are you not usually a cat?

[molotov]

[She mews dolefully.]

[assassino]

Am I going to be in shit when you are a human again?

[molotov]

[A more firm and decisive meow!]

[assassino]

[He laughs.]

Well, then, I suppose it is not possible for me to be in even more shit than I already am, hmm?

[molotov]

[There's an indignant squawk that probably means he absolutely can be in more shit.]

[assassino]

[He chuckles, and then lifts her up to deposit her inside his hood so she can ride there.]

Well, I will return you to your husband.

[molotov]

[Much better. Molotov snuggles into a little ball in his hood, wrapping her tail around herself, and chirps a little. He doesn't really need to take her back to Samson. She escaped for a reason!]

[assassino]

[He kind of rolls his eyes. Oh, cats.

He's got errands to run before he bothers with Samson, though, as long as she's happy in the mean time.]

[molotov]

[She is! She might be purring a little. It's not exactly easy for little kittens to do anything but run around the castle, and she's had a month to get tired of that! So errands sound awesome. Still wrapped in a ball, Molotov places her chin on his shoulder, watching where they're going.]

[assassino]

We aren't off to do anything interesting before we see Samson, you know. Just some errands.

[molotov]

["Well, then make it interesting," she meows at him, still watching everything go by.]

[assassino]

[They're going down to the library so Ezio can pick up a history book. He's still looking for himself in the pages of books, and all.]

[molotov]

[Molotov peers around, then mews questioningly. She might be surprised that Ezio ever reads of his own accord.]

[assassino]

[On occasion. In slow bits, but he gets bored fast and winds up walking away after a few pages. He's a slowwwwww reader. And not usually with a cat.]

I spoke with someone about a Doge of Venice the other day. I wanted to see what became of him.

[molotov]

[She chirps curiously. What the hell is a Doge of Venice?]