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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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[molotov]

[Of course you did; her meow somehow implies the eye-rolling.]

[assassino]

So I want to know what became of his replacement.

[molotov]

[She licks a paw and casually mews something about power going to his head.]

[assassino]

Yes, that is right, the new Doge will be killed if he strays from our wishes.

[Ezio the terrorist.]

[molotov]

[Molotov thinks that sounds stupid, and lets him know by chewing on his hair. Because cat.]

[assassino]

Hey! [He swats at her.] Do not do that.

[molotov]

[She makes an indignant squeaking noise when he swats, and responds by nipping at his hand. Rude!]

[assassino]

[He pulls his hand away. Irritated:]

Stop that.

[molotov]

[She meows, annoyed, and places her paw on his head. You stop, Auditore.]

[assassino]

[He sighs! Annoyed!]

[molotov]

[And now she's kneading his head. Yay!]

[assassino]

[He scowls, just picking up his book to flip through the pages.]

[molotov]

[Is that... movement? CATS LIKE THAT!

She slowly stalks the pages before POUNCING!]

[assassino]

[He scowls and shoves her off the book.]

Stop that.

[molotov]

[NO! She just mews at him, annoyed, and settles on the book instead, curled up on the pages.]

[assassino]

[Ezio growls under his breath.]

You are making this needlessly difficult.

[molotov]

[Yes, duh, because she is a cat. Come on, Ezio, get with it.]

[assassino]

[He wonders if his bird of prey would eat her.]

[molotov]

[Rude!]