week 2 curfew (cats and catboy)

[siffriend]

i'll put something here when i get home

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[uiscebeatha]

Not that unusual, no.

[ Geography, history, politics, strategy... Came with the job, and Cain was the youngest to his post for a reason. ]

But it's still pretty cool, right?

[allrounder]

[ CAIN, PLEASE.......

G'raha simply looks at him for a long, long moment. ]

Are you seeking a compliment, Cain?

[uiscebeatha]

[ LOOK...

Cain's grin takes a sheepish hue, and as he sits back in his chair he scratches the hair behind his ear. ]

Well, yeah.

[ TELL HIM HE'S COOL ]

[allrounder]

[ You know. At least he admits it. ]

Certainly you receive plenty as it is, friend.

[uiscebeatha]

C'mooon.

[ Grinning, but in an expectant way. ]

Don't be stingy!

[ SAY HE'S COOL PLEEEAAASE ]

[allrounder]

[ He doesn't use words like "cool" so it'll have to be something else— ]

I find you quite charming.

[uiscebeatha]

Yes.

[ He takes it!

Cain gets up out of his chair and takes the few steps towards his side of the table. He pats a heavy hand on his shoulder, friendly. ]

Good game, G'raha. Maybe we'll have a rematch some other time.