Week 2, Thursday; Akira

[sylfied]

[ It sure is a strange evening, but it's not occurring to her that something's very, very wrong just yet-- because that sure is a familiar black cat with a bow cleaning herself on the sand and making muttered remarks on how disgusting this is. ]

Celine...?

[ well, if anyone could make it here, it would be Emma's magical cat, so this doesn't seem too impossible.

Sorry, Akira. ]

Comments

[sylfied]

Morgana's not a familiar?

[ if he can talk... ]

[jokered]

Morgana is just... Morgana.

[he's not really how sure to explain morgana's existence, really.]

[sylfied]

... Sounds like a cat thing to me.

[jokered]

Doesn't it? But he always insists he's not.

[sylfied]

... How'd you meet him?

[jokered]

Kind of a long story.

[he'd bad at long stories.]

We just ended up running into each other trying to get out of a dicey situation and stuck together after that.

[sylfied]

... Well, that actually sounds kind of familiar.

[jokered]

Does it?

[sylfied]

At least with our black-haired problem child and our talking cat.

[ she loves you, Rean. ]

[jokered]

Huh. I see.

[he only kind of sees.]

[sylfied]

It's definitely a long story.

... I'll have to tell Celine when I get back that she isn't the only talking cat, though.

[jokered]

It's almost a shame they won't get a chance to meet. I'd be interesting to see.

[sylfied]

Well, who knows? It could happen one day.

[jokered]

Maybe. I'd prefer it's not in a place like this, though.