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

[jokered]

Lucky Cats. They're a symbol of fortune where I come from—businesses put them near the entrance of their shops. They're supposed to "beckon" money and good fortune, or something like that.

You see them all the time, they're really famous.

[sylfied]

...

I want one.

[ very slight sparkles. ]

[jokered]

[cute.]

I'd give you one if I could. [but, you know. that's kind of tough here.]

[sylfied]

It's okay. Maybe I'll try to find one when I go home.

[jokered]

I'll hope you can find one. Though I'd say a talking cat is better company.

[sylfied]

That was still a joke.

[jokered]

I'm still not convinced.

[sylfied]

And do you believe in dragons, too?

[jokered]

No, but I don't think the original assertion is impossible.

[sylfied]

... Why?

[jokered]

Hm.

[...]

Maybe because I've already seen something like that myself.

[sylfied]

You--

You've met a talking cat?

[jokered]

He swears he's not a cat, so I guess I have to say I have not met a talking cat.

[sylfied]

...

[ she gives up. ] Celine at least doesn't deny it.

[jokered]

Maybe she could give Morgana some lessons, then.

[well, there you have it.]

[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.]