Ja, there is. I need your reassurance that we will continue to spend time together as we have been. How else will we know each other better?
[ Caleb offers a thin smile and a squeeze of her hand, fingers threaded together. He also glances significantly toward the ray of warm sunshine stretching across the floor from the open window. ]
For a start, that seems like a good spot for a catnap.
[ His stomach definitely flips a little. All of her casual affection is so sweet. ]
Little, definitely. There's only so much sunbeam.
[ With a gesture and a few murmured words, Caleb's form shifts. A cat that could be Frumpkin's twin but for a pair of bright blue eyes rather than amber jumps down from the couch, tail up and trotting to the square of warm sunlight washed across the floor. ]
[the cat that she transforms into is surprisingly not orange--she's always liked a sort of dilute tortie look, probably because they're as spicy as she wants to be. Cat-Keyleth nuzzles affectionately against Cat-Caleb before following him, tail twitching, to the patch of sun, stretching out peacefully.]
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[she's quiet for a little while. She still kind of wants to bolt, but again suppresses the urge. Stays.]
Thank you. I appreciate that.
Is there anything you need from me?
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[ Caleb offers a thin smile and a squeeze of her hand, fingers threaded together. He also glances significantly toward the ray of warm sunshine stretching across the floor from the open window. ]
For a start, that seems like a good spot for a catnap.
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Yes, of course. That's easy--I planned on it anyway.
[her eyes follows his toward the sunbeam]
Oh, how'd you know, cat naps are my favorite.
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I guessed. [ It's so easy, as usual, to return her smile. ] They're mine too.
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big cats or little?
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Little, definitely. There's only so much sunbeam.
[ With a gesture and a few murmured words, Caleb's form shifts. A cat that could be Frumpkin's twin but for a pair of bright blue eyes rather than amber jumps down from the couch, tail up and trotting to the square of warm sunlight washed across the floor. ]
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[the cat that she transforms into is surprisingly not orange--she's always liked a sort of dilute tortie look, probably because they're as spicy as she wants to be. Cat-Keyleth nuzzles affectionately against Cat-Caleb before following him, tail twitching, to the patch of sun, stretching out peacefully.]